Luyện nghe bài hát Benzi Box

His Doom
They wonder just who is he but worry
Believe me he'll get busy when it to poetry
got plenty la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Jump 'em in like jump
Double-Dutch then turn on the mic with a stroke
Subtle touch, clutch, is this thing on?
Like the fling Mrs King Kong, this spring gone

Sing a of slap happy crappiness
He came to flow like it was strapped to his nappy
Surely I jest, the best on a
Mic not an eye test, yet I

But why stress, try an remember
Maybe bit the tender babysitter Gwendolyn
The to hit and run and go tell a friend
Word to El Muerto, cucaracha,

He know, flow like wind
Tow a rap by his toe and to hell again
Ahem, 1, 2, me too
Loose wreck, see through your neck EQ

His name's
They wonder just who is he but don't
Believe me he'll get when it comes to poetry
got plenty la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Ay, if I may
Rap these days is a pain up in the neck
Cornier and phonier a play fight
Take two of and dont phone me on the late night

The wont fail me with more rhymes
Than times he wash his hands and daily
And all that kerosene cheap
Villain deep since a teenage creep, peep

He was a gentleman
And a pen and a pencil in his mental den
Right there to where the Rolodex was
Before it turned up all burnt by his solar

He dont know his own
When hes on the bone its the microphone length
And aint it funky like dingy socks
the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box

His Doom
They just who is he but don't worry
Believe me he'll get busy it comes to poetry
got plenty la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la