Luyện nghe bài hát Klap Your Hands

one: dray

Well uhh, ? ? ? ? is macaroni and
Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I ta uhh sneeze
Not, I trippin, yippity-doo-da-day
Shucks, I'm makin bucks so umm and then some
Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom
So "wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom!"
Drayx up for dang, now that I'm flexed
My a-efx'll quote, when the fell down
And i'ma ship with the lollipop
Left town so yiggity-yack, you black
Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos I'm krayzie like
But it's the cat got snuffed, or mr.red and his
So roll a spliff and and then ya make beef stew
Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop,
Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper
Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee I make
But and yippy-yi-yo, yay for dray and......

"klap hands now" (x3)

Verse skoob

Bon voyage, look out cos umm
I got my socks on, the popcorn, the bubba, yep gum
Skippity bum, you think I don't know the
it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass
Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who
Abra-cadabra, crickets, set the wrists to my slang
I got the all sniffin, sneezing, yes
Stuffy-head, called for ? ? ? ? and fever, sow you to
Tight rhymes, ? ? ? ? catch the fever for the of a spliff
Or a uzi, be who you choose, could choose a marvin, choose a ship
Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink
And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle
In the morning, yawning as I stand for check
To back up, I slap up, put you're boo deck
Yep, so what the heck, you gives like a cheque
the a is for apple, the j is for 'ja back to book bets'
And then s-k-double o-be on *? *
So if ya and ya know it, klap your hands

(x3)

Verse dray

Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's
I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham
So, heavens-to-betsy, wolly, gee whiz
My split got splat, the diddly squat was hot
Oh yeah, doodly do, you don't know mr. magoo?
You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm too
So umm, hi ho silver and we go
The lone got pissed and shot tonto in his toes, so
Holy toledo, cowabunga, gives
I heard you shot my borough til *? blow at *
The name farmer's up in me, need no me no more
Cos that soul ya stands, I can't stands no more
So zippity doo, da day, I gots stuff
See I'm sneaky freaky plus I'm chock full of nuts
But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his
So hey, how much wood a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the
So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I
Cos it's the krayzie wit the books, that's my pal and......

(x3)

Verse four:

A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry is ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
I got the mics, the pop, crackle and snap
And all that, me and a gang of ping ping zoomer
To freak ya sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers
Yo some say I'm brooklyn bomber, some say brooklyn
But consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop
But rock, a by, rock, a by booboo
Let fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo
Can ya, can ya hear me? checka, 1-2
Aiyo, sit sit, shit cos I'm the one who
Kick a in singular, so son, you're used to it
Cos the magic dragon, I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate
Or triplicate, can't my boogaloo big jaw
Umm, listen everyone as I kick the
letter, crooked letter, i
Crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump
Hump back, i, you touch i
Cos i's gots dem and dem is bound to ya......

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