Luyện nghe bài hát Townie

"Where are we?"
"I'm thirsty."
"There's a church up ahead, there's something in here..."

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"These don't look Presbyterians!"
"They like... puppets."

"I THOUGHT WE SOUNDED REALLY GOOD, MAN, I THOUGHT WE SOUNDED GOOD!"
"OHHHHHH, YEEEEEAAAH!"

All these rappers are so serious, crackin' me up.
Kid consumers tired of posers so he's me up.
Jump in the of the truck, or the front of my bike.
mc chris is comin' to town. ("Aiight.")
I'm the Master master of the ceremony,
to your territory, cheese it up like macaroni.
We'll get seven kinds of in the parking lot proper;
me to hit your jurisdiction, just submit Chris an offer.
Girls be neckin' on my in your neck of the woods.
Groupie give it up because pup got the goods.
You think that be less devout over somethin' so stout,
but I guess they're all about Guiness 'cause turnin' me out.
This is for the anthem kids they know who Ansem is,
I'm not a corporate so it's not like they could cancel Chris.
I'm just an activist, my fans are savages,
I may seem kinda but I got more game then babbages.

mc is comin' to your town tonight.
mc is down to bring the sound to life.
On the pressure precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him kick it wicked nice on the device.
mc chris is comin' to town tonight.
mc chris is to bring the sound to life.
On the pressure point precise a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him kick it wicked nice on the device.

going platinum, the Cubs won the pennant race,
ice out my ass like my name was Bobby Drake,
a hundred with no clothes comin' out my birthday cake;
did I fail to mention everything I say is kinda
It's how Mister escapes when the people player hate,
when I'm kinda down, overlooked and overweight.
I back my eyes, clear my mind and proceed,
paint a picture-perfect called the house of mc.
You don't to visit, you can always not listen,
though a world without my music's kinda cataclysmic.
I to rip tickets. Karate kick districts;
kinda like Kismet, when Leia met Wickett. ("Jub jub.")
Decadent downloads put a in your rump.
That's right, I'm shittin' your pants, chumps in the junk.
I'm your surroundings and I'm samplin' your skunk.
mc chris is comin' 'round, now's when you your hands up!

mc chris is comin' to town tonight.
mc chris is down to bring the to life.
On the pressure point like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him kick it wicked on the microphone device.
mc is comin' to your town tonight.
mc is down to bring the sound to life.
On the pressure point like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him kick it wicked nice on the device.

We in the Dirty, impressed the Southwest,
navigated to ingest the best sess',
met a couple honeys and had live sex;
okay, we just made out 'cause shouted, "MIC CHECK!"
We been bouncin' in the mountains, we been in the glades,
we deliver solid for affordable rates,
roam the range, makin' change, puttin' on our plates,
got a BJ the DJ played Duel of the Fates.
Life rules and great, they say I'm livin' a dream,
now and then it's like a nightmare though, you believe.
For the most part like go carts doing turns at high speed,
life's a sweet vacation if your name is mc.
People, I'm a pimp, a bitch, fuck what ya heard.
Name a faster when it comes to blastin' words.
Pixels in my pocket like my was John Lasseter.
A bible van, it's a fifteen passenger!

mc is comin' to your town tonight.
mc chris is down to bring the to life.
On the pressure precise like a kid on Fisher Price,
watch him it wicked nice on the microphone device.
mc is comin' to your town tonight.
mc chris is down to bring the to life.
On the pressure point precise like a kid on Price,
him kick it wicked nice on the microphone device.

"Everybody get in the bus! Get in the bus!"
"LET'S GO!"

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