Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Touch Example

Since you're my special friend, come closer for a treat
(Uh)
I'm going to let you touch me in a special
(But I want to touch you there)

It is never ok to touch someone private parts
Your mom and dad will you so

One: Bigg Jus

Yo' get, blind like Tupac gettin shot in the lobby
MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby
I pick apart monkey brains and spread through hot zones
My cameos on promos seem strange like someone's not
Bigg Jus the outsider rain on your dream
With styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi panty
more moles out the closet that lead paint on your tenement
Got more Black Thought to my Roots most niggaz got in their pigment
It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the like Luciano
Hardcore like Kool G Rap music for concert piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's of the super Don Dada
with the license to more ass whippings than Father
You couldn't see me with binoculars, way ahead of like telepathy
most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy creme
Under the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny to heat seek
brain facilities with the science of microchemistry
This of my hip hop is too deep to be dissected
Bitch recollect don't even half step or try to it black
Bigg Jus, I drop so much shit my needs an ice pack
In fact I'm all that, El-P yo the horns back

(Yes)
Right the center of your focus picture a long silver needle
(You are sir)
Piercing the outer of your eyesight

And once
In one verse we have
we can rip all these signed big budget motherfuckers
(89.9)
Peace to and Bobbito
(Bob-bi-to!)

Two: El-P

Ye olde lyrics of
Surface bombs from X-wing fighters, stance to B-boy actors
thirty below wind chill factor
The is just a helpless action of the hapless flinching
My supersonics leave you mute like Simpson
El-P I defy translation
Instigate and set in crates(?) your whole situation
Practice exposing perfection like Ricki exposes white trash
My shit is strange X-file number 2-6-7
Triple felon emcee minus the
When I bomb it the type of to make Baby Jessica jump in the well again
Sunshines or rain acid, El-P the master
Lactose down your fucking fractals till you're flaccid
I'm leaving Las Vegas like a hundred Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, down and cross their pelvises
Rat nerve like David grill smoke
Catch my frozen frame
You couldn't even fuck with my idle
My I'm pulling swords from stones high tone beam
Phonetically abort it try to distort it and catch a silent scream,
The raw daddy tactics Krush Groove unstoppable
luck it's like sucking on lead pink popsicles
The enigma, no one can fuck with me yet but I'm not
(You battle?)
It's to look in the
(mirror)
Say five times

(whispered 5x)

Just a

(Candyman)
To be the man you to beat the man
(It's so now)
Me and Jus
(The light)
Flow clan
(I can it)
Mr. Len,
89.9
Hit me with that shit time

Jus, Lune TNS
The El-P
The DJ Mr. Len
Company swinging it to you live for '95