Luyện nghe bài hát Bagpipes From Baghdad

Ohh, music to my ears
Oh man, how can I describe the way I
great, man
Okay, let me see, how I begin?

Locked in wine cellar, all I had for lunch
Was bread, wine, more bread, wine and Crunch
Red for breakfast and for brunch
And to soak it up and in between snack crackers to

Mariah, whatever to us?
Why did we have to break up? All I asked for was a glass of
You see I never really for much
I can't imagine what's goin' you mind
such a nasty break up

With that hunk Luis Miguel
Nick Cannon better back the up
I'm not playin', I her back you punk
This is Hello Kitty bedspread satin

Mixed Egyptian, with a little rap and punk
Zap and Eric Clapton shaft brings Abba
And yeah baby, I another crack at ya
You can beat me with any spatula that you

I I really want ya bad, you cunt
Nick, you had your fun, I've to kick you in your sack of junk
Man, I could use a fresh batch of
So prepare your vernacular for Dracula

Bagpipes from
When will it ever cease for sakes, he's crazy to say the least
Bagpipes Baghdad
What's goin' through my mind half the
When my rhyme are up my

Bagpipes from
turn the 'Vacancy' sign on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my
Bagpipes Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a mad man a glad

You can be a fixture in my lyrical mixture
I'm the miracle whip, a
My signature sound when the tube of surround
I'm to put it on in an instant, wow, man

an ensemble, what an assortment of pharmaceuticals
This pill dust in my palm
Cuticles get just from touching the bottle
Never knew I remind me so much of my mama

I cut you like Dahmer, pull a knife on ya
The size of a sword, boy, I'm the fuckin' Red Sonja
Get it stuck in your cornea, nice ya Norman
You're so fuckin' annoyin', the shovel, boy

You don't what the fuck you're doin'
I playin' no fuckin' more
Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you luck with the whore
Every minute there's a sucka
Snuck up on Malakai and the motherfuckers suck
On a corn

Shucka, shucka corn, shucka
Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and him it's fuckin' on
Now the fuck are ya doin'? You're runnin' over the snow blower
With the lawnmower blowing bagpipes from Baghdad

Bagpipes from
When will it cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least
from Baghdad
What's goin' through my half the time
my rhyme are blowin' up my

Bagpipes Baghdad
Somebody turn the sign on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my
from Baghdad
I run the and act like a mad man holdin' a glad bag

In the bed two brain dead lesbian vegetables
I bet you they heterosexual
Nothin' will stop me from you
Titty fuckin' you 'till your breast nipple tickles my testicles

Is they said, to the two conjoined twins
"How's it girlfriends, you need a boyfriend?"
You need ointment, just set up an appointment
Who's gonna see the doctor first, do a coin flip

I just got my one year sobriety coin
the bad get goin', how bad does the goin' get?
Baby, you shouldn't have any rubbin' groins with
Each other, especially you're joined at the hip

I'm goin' to get the and thread from the sowin' kit
And to separate 'em, and stitch them back at the loins, shit
Knew the little boy with the chocolate chips, ahoy
Cookie looky, took me a Polaroid

from Baghdad
When will it cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from
What's goin' my mind half the time
When my are blowin' up my

from Baghdad
Somebody turn the 'Vacancy' sign on 'cause I'm blowin' up my
Bagpipes from
I run the and act like a mad man holdin' a glad bag of
from Baghdad