Luyện nghe bài hát Microwave Mayo

Chain beedies til his brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet, work out and eat some
Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't
Had em in the cobra clutch, when he spat the mad hymn
Collection of brats, and hats
Had no for the pitty pat, I'll give em that
The rhythm hit em back a right hook
it off, caught a shiner, thought it was a aight look
Depends on the shades, the end of fades
Pretenders lay in on stages
malaise
Eat it up, microphone, mayonnaise
His own way was but it matters not
Tuned into a frequency tone that rock
Hold it down Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks... need to put a sock in they box
The block got lied to stock
gather round it's no joke like knock knock
It's them, came home to roost y'all
And em transform the game to the rules of foosball
She's too small. Any
Him could squeeze blood from a penny in a
guessin'
It gets deeper depression
The power of suggestion awake or sleep, the lesson
Dig beat
Ripped it with metal fingers and it with big fat feet
And you know what say: cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you be assimilated, but today it's all grey
Metallic wood or ruby
Rude the type of dude you could write a movie on
porn - did his own stunts
Read his own rhymes, and split his own
Once... in a while, other minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the
Steady on his business, and ready with a ill
Keep some bad bills niche like Denny 'nils' nich
No hitch, just a shitload of spit and
Strictly G's stackin up, off the rack of fees
like the gay club strip tease
With on the yip sayin "hey bub grip these"
They screamin for
at the mention of a scary demon 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 on a get naked game of spades
up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution: faint taste of microwave