Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain smokin til his brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet, work out and eat some
Greedy for the cheese, please, most fathom
Had em in the clutch, when he spat the mad hymn gems
Collection of brats, and hats
Had no time for the pitty pat, I'll give em
The rhythm hit em back with a right
Shook it off, caught a shiner, thought it was a aight
Depends on the shades, the end of days
Pretenders lay in on stages
DOOM
Eat it up, microphone, microwave
His own way was but it matters not
Tuned into a frequency tone that rock
Hold it like Shatner do Spock
jocks... need to put a sock in they chatter box
The block got lied to stock
Folks gather round it's no like knock knock
It's them, they came home to y'all
And em transform the game to the rules of foosball
She's too small. Any
Him could squeeze blood from a in a recession
guessin'
It gets deeper depression
The of suggestion awake or sleep, peep the lesson
Dig beat
Ripped it with metal fingers and stomped it big fat feet
And you know what they cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated, but today all grey
Metallic or ruby stone
Rude like the type of dude you could write a on
porn - did his own stunts
Read his own rhymes, and split his own
Once... in a while, other minute
pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach
Steady on his business, and ready with a ill
Keep some bad niche like Denny Kuci 'nils' nich
No hitch, just a shitload of and sneeze
Strictly G's stackin up, off the rack of fees
Rappers like the gay strip tease
With hippies on the yip "hey bub grip these"
screamin for attention
Deemin' at the mention of a scary convention
You could cut the wit a switchblade
And serve it on a same plate of hors d'oeuvres a made
Filleted, the chamber maid
To bet her paycheck on a get game of spades
Straight up, no chaser, no
faint taste of microwave mayonnaise