Luyện nghe bài hát Klap Your Hands

Verse one:

Well uhh, ? ? ? ? is macaroni and
Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I ta uhh sneeze
Not, I gotcha trippin,
Shucks, I'm makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and some
Cos I'm a wowsy ace boom coon
So "wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom!"
Drayx up for sure dang, now I'm flexed
My a-efx'll quote, when the fell down
And good ship with the lollipop
Left so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black
Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos I'm krayzie like
But the cat got snuffed, or mr.red and his crew
So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and 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 hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for and......

"klap hands now" (x3)

two: skoob

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

(x3)

Verse dray

Well uhh, woopty doody, doozy, it's time
I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, sham flam
So, heavens-to-betsy, golly wolly, gee
My lickity split got splat, the diddly was hot
Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know mr.
You heard I'm loco, yo, I'm despicable too
So umm, hi ho and away we go
The lone ranger got and shot tonto in his toes, so
Holy toledo, cowabunga, gives
I heard you my borough til *? blow at twins? *
The name farmer's up in me, need no me no more
Cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't no more
So doo, da day, woops 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 could a woodchuck
If a woodchuck could chuck, you know the rest
So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I
Cos it's the krayzie drayzie wit the books, my pal and......

(x3)

Verse skoob

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

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