Luyện nghe bài hát True Fuschnick

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

Pause for the cause stop make way up
Here I come come
My lyrical styles are not to nos in other words
They're not soft son rocks it rigade raggamuffin say it
Aggarniffum so abra Fu alacazam run come me man
Put it by one huminahumina I'm not done
Me-oh-me oh my hello hi
I'm not Finn I'm still speaking, shoo, fly
bother i
So Fe hello hifi Fu fo, i 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' they're
So don't drink the milk, Why? Cause it's 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 spot G Jehosphats
Some mic's ain't saying jack nor Jill
and of my styles peak-a-boo o what I
doo wa diddy diddy dum FU
So peace to his FU, to the FU
And a true FU, Poc Fu, is I dub you
I'm a True, I am a True Fuschnick
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So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical should we kick?
Rock n' roll, roll!
up with hip-hop, reggae, let's kick some soul
I'll be a like Captain Caveman
Unga bunga,
oh, snap! Holy batfu, an apple
The capital P.O.C. is on a so hip, hip hooray
out my way
Check out what I doo
See it's true I needed help
When I was small I had "Poc-Fu" on my nameplate
at last suffering succotash I waste no more time
Used my noodle yankee doodle up with a rhyme
That was wild, bugged, delirious,
Damn! it's hard
That's word to Jerry
Knocking heads off shoulders em clean
you can ask iddy (why?) he know what I mean
Cuz I'm a
I'm a True, what? I am a True
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So sit, sit what lyrical styles should we kick?
Moc's on wax grip, this no demo
Don't even try to or uck-fay with my
Mental contender,
Time for training,
Agenda. The M.O. also the Asian
In fact I will attract, shock shit, a Fuschnick
as I crop to the crip
Not a to the limit, upset, confused,
you want
From the food called waste
But a of oriental True Fu
No haste as I
Gogoo gogoo,
Styles that'll have you a Fuschnick too
Psyche!
Wait a minute, you thought that I was
Beginnin' in a hum in a beat drum

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