Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Touch Example

Since you're my special friend, come for a special treat
(Uh)
I'm going to let you touch me in a special
(But I don't want to you there)

It is never ok to touch someone else's private
Your mom and dad tell you so

Verse Bigg Jus

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

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

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

Verse El-P

Ye olde lyrics of
Surface bombs from X-wing fighters, stance to B-boy fracture
Negative thirty below wind factor
The counteraction is a helpless action of the hapless flinching
My supersonics leave you mute Maggie Simpson
Taxidermist El-P I defy
Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout your situation
exposing perfection like Ricki Like exposes white trash
My shit is strange number 2-6-7 whiplash
Triple felon emcee the melanin
When I it the type of shit to make Baby Jessica jump in the well again
Sunshines or rain acid, El-P the master
Lactose breaking down your fucking till you're flaccid
I'm leaving Las Vegas like a flying Elvises
Raid, my prey, swoop down and cross their pelvises
Rat nerve like David grill smoke
my frozen frame suspended
You couldn't even fuck my idle fidget
My birthright I'm pulling swords stones high tone beam
Phonetically abort it try to it and catch a silent scream, fetus
The raw daddy tactics prove Krush unstoppable
Testing luck it's like sucking on lead popsicles
The enigma, no one can fuck me yet but I'm not signed
(You battle?)
It's to look in the
(mirror)
Say Candyman 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 that shit some time

Bigg Jus, TNS
The almighty
The DJ Mr. Len
Flow swinging it to you live for '95