Luyện nghe bài hát Crosshairs

The fat is in the fire, a made of chicken wire
Gettin' and tired of a friggin' liar
Pelican with some very mangoes
A full of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols

Flew the before you hit it let me warn you
She did a cool but don't get any on you
all a big scam to make y'all eat pig ham
When he's on the mic like the trigger man, fig jam

Doom, not to be confused with
Especially, since the flows he was so nutty
Never too woozy to go study, got no clues
Like old Officer McGillicuddy

your six, he got a lot of more tricks
Lyrics, bricks, on sticks sure got
It's a gift, don't get shot for
With the same slick used to plot vicks with

Spotted at a flick, holdin' hands
The other one on his swollen glands, a chance
That's why he kept them in his pants
Rollin' in a old van is he told his stolen fans

Is that you true? Matched hat to shoe
Snafu, snatch any brew, LaBatt's
Black Jew like new, patch me through
No attached, skat shoo, catch twenty-two

Super, he's dice nice
And overpriced, a arm and a leg, life or your ice
Villain, nag a old hag
Snag a bragger by his mic and leave him holding the bag

Come clean, a bunch of dumb cream puffs
A keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more stuff
Instead of starvin' there be by the goo gobs
Aight, somebody's robbin' Lou Dobbs and them

And on the next flight, moon bound
And makes it a point to away from the goon pound
Got some peers, that's gone in the lost
Tears and cheers, in the crosshairs

Hey Mr.
that you were singing?
(It is the Robotic of Doom)

Well, I say
Nuttin' livens up a Robotic of Doom
Better an amazing pair of jugs