Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Horowitz

"His opponent St. Petersburg, Florida"
"Two hundred pounds, Barry Horowitz! "

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Yeah, the T.A
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To the back the hat, lean back in the 'llac
Crack the window, hear the soldier and that in back
Ain't no "Cat in the Hat, " just a cat can rap
is Bronson - representing Flushing, Queens on the map
Yeah - heavyweight with a Harvard mind
Blunts filled with the citrus with orange lime
Pussy drip when the thought of come to mind
to ride, winter spring summer shine
Bonafide, wide, run and hide
You want the revolution to be televised
Terrorfied from the Arab death camps
With the burning hot, give you chest stamps
calls with the cloth over the mouthpiece
With or without leaf, burn about an chief
To the neck like a for the stubble
Raised inside the struggle, in the huddle yeah
Dig a hole, the lamb in it
the slippers in the sand motherfuckers couldn't stand in it

("Someone took the words to my song") [ding ding

It's Barry Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the
Don't fake the on a nasty dunk, Shaq I attack
Close the to your soul, weed inside my lungs burn
These old suckers gettin placed a young urn
like the little bus
Use my little finger first to stimulate the clitoris
King Kong got shit on us
I'm out gettin it for real while you motherfuckers filibust'
in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission
Started at pole position, eyes on the long
As it my thumb, I roll another one
Quite persistant, that's why they me my mother's son
Shoot the cold gift, your ho stiff
Make your ho Hootie and the Blowfish
Obey the coke
Cause every motherfucker in rockin loaded, I'm on old shit!

("Someone took the words to my song")

Ross:] "Barry Horowitz, always likes to pat himself on the back"