Luyện nghe bài hát True Fuschnick

I don't wanna up cuz I'm a True Fuschnick
We got a million that we compile
That we can play
I'm a True what? I am a True
3X
So sit sit what lyrical styles should we kick?
I'm a rowdy roddy piper I flash my dread Holmes
The thicker the richer the the dread
So I don't no honeycomb
So eeney meeney miney mo goobelly goo I bumped my toe
Oh-oh, "oh-oh better get Maoco" chocolate Chip's to flow
The super the the fraja the listic expialadope Chip
When the mic is gripped in bip da be bong de dang, Bo!
Cuz worries and boderations when i it up again and again But not
with the same FU style I'm and wild and versatile
When the mic is gripped by Chip you better believe it's worth

Pause for the cause make way hurry up
I come come come
My lyrical styles are not to ifos nos in other
They're not soft son it rigade raggamuffin say it backwards
Aggarniffum so abra Fu alacazam run follow me man
Put it by one huminahumina I'm not done
Me-oh-me oh my hello hi
I'm not Huckleberry Finn I'm speaking, shoo, fly
Don't i
So Fe hello Fu fo, i make shapes with Pay-dough re me
Near far then I will sew Lipton Tea bo Tae Kwon Do
are bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling,
bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,
bubbling til' boiled
So don't drink the milk, Why? it's rotten in other words it's

So don't say drats, drats double or triple or quadruple
Me big and me black and me hot up de G jumping Jehosphats
Some mic's ain't saying jack nor Jill
and of my styles they peak-a-boo o I
doo wa diddy dum diddy FU
So to his FU, peace to the FU
And a true FU, Poc Fu, is I dub you
I'm a True, what I am a True
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So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical styles we kick?
n' roll, rock'n roll!
What's up with hip-hop, reggae, let's kick soul
I'll be a braveman like Caveman
bunga, yapple-daple
oh, snap! Holy batfu, it's an
The P.O.C. is on a fliptop so hip, hip hooray
out my way
Check out I cockadoodle doo
See it's true I needed help
I was small I had "Poc-Fu" on my nameplate belt
Then at last suffering I waste no more time
Used my noodle yankee doodle came up a rhyme
That was wild, bugged, delirious,
Damn! it's hard
That's word to Cooney
heads off shoulders rippin' em clean
you can even ask (why?) he know what I mean
Cuz I'm a
I'm a True, what? I am a True
3X
So sit, Buddah sit lyrical styles should we kick?
Moc's on wax grip, this ain't no
Don't even try to flex or with my
Mental contender,
for training, jack
Agenda. The M.O. also the Asian
In fact I will attract, shock shit, a Fuschnick
Classified as I crop to the
Not a to the limit, upset, confused,
you gotta
From the excess food waste
But a of oriental True Fu
No haste as I
Gogoo gogoo,
Styles that'll you becomin' a Fuschnick too
Psyche!
Wait a minute, you that I was finished
Beginnin' in a hum endin' in a beat

You like it, it's comin' from the Tribe, by side
Third is the Moc
Unifying lyrics until my drops
Considered as an mc
Techniques be beat, you think so?
Hell, no!
Romp and rage the scene like a lyrical
Ninja
Crazy zany voiced out
that had ya in a as I mentioned
A True Fu
All to the Micken
Styles that I am kickin', whippin', flexin, never
Asian that is hard until my cup runneth over
Like a boulder never ya
The M.O. was in of
styles to compile or get with
Fiend as I hold the mic with a tight
Slipped!
Ha, ha, ha!
That's what you get when you mess around a True Fuschnick
I'm a True, what? I am a Fuschnick
3X
So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical styles should we