Luyện nghe bài hát One Beer

I get no kick from
alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be
I get a kick out of

is only one beer left
Rappers screaming all in our ears we're deaf
Tempt me, do a on the label
Eat up all their MC's and drink 'em under the

Like it's on me, put it on my tab, kid, however you get
Foot it, cab it, iron horse it, you leaving on your face
I the mic hold it like the heat he might toss it
Told him tell they it, he told her he lost it
She told him get off it and a bunch other shit

Getting money, DT's be no new leads
It's he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds
It's the weed, give me of what he's drooping off
Soon as he wake up choking it was whooping cough

The group soft, first hour at the open bar and their trooping off
He went to go laugh and get some head by the road
She asked him to autograph her derriere, it
To wide load, this yard bird taste fried toad
Turned love villain pride and code words

Crooked eye nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old
Study how to eat, to dine by the guy
No, he's not too fly to skeet in a eye

And squeeze her thigh, giver her curves a feel
And the same way she it when she flow with nerves of steel
They call him super when they need their back or fixed
Powers only one left, the comes in six
Whatever to two and three

A hood tried to slide four and five and got caught
Like, what you G?
Don't 'em have to get cutting like truancy
Matter fact not for right now you and me

Looser than a pair of Adidas, I hope you bought your tweeters
MC's sound cheerleaders
Rapping and dancing like Red Head
Dude, can we do thing again no matter how be blinging

You do it for the hubbies
know what time it is like it's time for Telletubbies
Few can do it, even can sell it
Take it from the dude who wears like a tarded helmet

He plots shows like
In and out, one, two, three, no bodies
Run the cash and you get a wet sweatshirt
The mic is the shootie, nobody move, nobody get

heat, like the boy I'm going to war
Came in the and everybody on the floor
A string of jobs like we are on tour
Every on the score coming to your corner store