Luyện nghe bài hát Space Hoes

I don't believe this, I get rid of those two evil
to ruin my show and I get two evil guests
Who are trying to ruin my
Feh, just who up with the stupid idea of giving
Space Ghost the talk show in the first

How they gave his own show to Tad
Any given second he could go mad
Stay wavin' that band space cannon
And had the nerve to jump in the of Race Bannon

out, luckily he detonate it
Guess who smothered whose credited with editing it?
He molter, the cop out
And have no career choice, he dropped out

Since when the Wayouts included
Way back he used to rub his in Borax
I'm not the one who him to it
If he won't admit it, I'm not hold him to it

It's all and no hate though
For all that, he really need to get his own show
Do a monologue and jest the guests
Madlib switch the beat and walk him to the

Danger holding down the control room
Late returning from commercial
I you Doom, early, hes on BPT
Catch him on public free TV

And we're on the air with Brak, so, Brak
How you're man got a show that's so What?
Have you ever thought to work with Earl Ignignat and
Do you got enough oxygen from toxic phlegm?

Another sec, his neck woulda flames
Mouse switch the screen to some hot
Tonights audience received big screen video
And fifteen seconds of fame, aims, it's just a shame

Zoning, competing for the same prime time as Conan
No, dummy, Ichigawa, announcement lunch to any stunt
Who lets me plow her in the for a hour, the kids supposed
To be sleeping or else join us sound Road Runner, beep, beep

Later week Big Ben Klingon
After him there's no one else we could to bring on
it ghetto and let 'em know B Y O B from the get go

I'd like to propose a toast to the host
Space ho's to coast that destructor ray's a played out gag
And that cape and the pantsuit, like a straight out
.

Dag, don't to sound crunchy
Hit a honey from the back and up her scrunchy
A light snack hungry
a funny hunch and then she told me, "Donkey, punch me"

Tomorrow is Guido Sarducci
MC and Charo, coochie coochie
With her new bestseller, who you a Hoochie
Proud sponsor of the Snoochie Boochie

Look Leela eyeball to and find out
How they get inside those sugar pie
Our guest, a real cutie specimen
And she's starting to get a little booty, Miss Judy

So, Judy, boxers or fig leaf
As you I wear my boxers over my big
Cue the rapper, tell him to bring what he got
Up against Villy, he's really not squat until they head hurt

When it come to wreck, like them dudes
Are red shirts off Star Trek, ke Kirk, he Spock, he
Been B-boy, since you jerks squeezed toys
Born to be the host with the when it's on it's on
Space ho's, to coast

You think I'm just gonna over my show to you?
Doom, have you lost your fucking
Listen, I'm not gonna hand my show to you
You why? Because it's my show, mine, not yours

Ghost, it ain't Doom coast to coast
Yeah, yeah, sure, here are the to the show
Why don't you drive for
Yeah, craving some Doom, here you go