Luyện nghe bài hát Get Loose

Yeah, haha. Chris Webby. Yeah.
on the beat.
I get loose,
I get loose.
You know I mean?
I'm good,
good.
Uh huh, yeah. Yeah.

It's that dictionary,
Webby's rapping A to Z.
Never smart to with me
The is never rated G.
My is indescribable
So nobody can me.
Get with a bottle of goose,
an eighth of weed.

to me,
Then I'm for war.
'Cause I'm a
So you know I'm down to a sword.
In the lead,
So my stare at the score.
While I'll be gettin' high Chewbacca
And Ford.

Immature,
Yeah,
But I spit heat.
lava off the top,
Baby, peak.
I just up my sneaks,
And I stomp beat.
Bill the
Don't even know if you that beef.

I get loose the crotch of my jeans.
So when I rap.
Can't tell what a lot of it means.
But I be to the top
By any means.
With that audio rock
I got for the fiend.

I get loose,
In the
And I'm at it again.
So get ready for the
Baby your friends.
that foul mouth white boy
Back to
that I can.
Where's my pad and a
I get
the flow
air to my words.
CT on my back,
And I rep it for sure.
Anybody and can tell
my turn.
So I'm a show people why Webby's
The in the burbs.

I the dice like Jumanji,
No Williams,
But I'll have a pack of
through your lobby.
I'm the son of Zeus,
Webby it godly.
I'm a fella,
the roll of Tommy.

With a of zannies
In my
And a
be wallin' out of control.
I fuckin' you to stop me.

I'm
Than origami.
fists,
I'm the of Gandhi.
be wack,
I'm of the pack,
I'm tracks.
Etc, you in the ring,
I'm you back.

be lucky if you leave
with head attached.
When I attack the nervous
With these tracks.
loose with the laces on my boots,
proof,
That ain't dead,
It to something new.
So the army
And out the damn tanks.
'Cause that's all she
Diary of Frank.

I get loose,
In the
And I'm at it again.
So get for the show
gather your friends.
It's that foul mouth boy
Back to
that I can.
Where's my pad and a
I get
With the
air to my words.
CT on my back,
And I'm for sure.
and everybody can tell
my turn.
So I'm a show these why Webby's
The in the burbs.
Yeah.