Luyện nghe bài hát Two Scoops of Raisins

Yo man, I'm man
Ay whatchu man? You want some breakfast or somethin'?
I want a lil', somethin', yeah, yea milk and cereal or somethin'
man, just a little breakfast food, y'know?
Mmm, I don't know man, let's see what I got in my
(Ay)
Hold on, let me see what I got in my
Somebody hit me with a little, baseline or groove,
Yeah, food, uhh

you wish
When you
a star
Upon a
To what?
To follow
And you are
And you are
Party over here, party there

Look, I made ya look, ya dirty
Then picked your pocket, watch me
Like Guiness I'm a Menace, so call me hip-hop's
So wide and say
(Ahh)
And I'ma slide my yolk, in throat, and watch ya choke
On the uh, the ah, the uh, the Daddy

Stroke Daddy money, if my name was Sunny
I'd a scoop, runnin' shit like rebels
You can call me Barney 'cuz I took fruity pebbles
Dibble an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop
Drop the loop, then a hoop ya like a hula
To school a I present, a church to repent
I get you guess 'n jeans, you're just a hill of beans
I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick,

The razzamatazz, oh please, oh
give me just one more blast
I gett off like Prince, but I don't have to my ass
Pass the rest, like a test, if you slip then you'll get
With your handicapped pass route, and tales from the
I whip on ass like base ba-bay
The is good, goobely, goo, ask Gravy

Or LaMont, or Rollo, down at the,
Come follow me now I don't
(Bo, Sue?)
Even En Vogue, be tellin' me ya go
When it's time for show, says
(Yea)

Ho, ho, be a slider
(Ho, ho)
'Cuz I never slip, kick it like a Damme Van
So don't come with your judo 'cuz you're just a
gettin' chewed like vegetables

Ahh, is a cabbage, a lettuce is a lettuce
I'ma tear this whole joint into
I bust raps, caps, and trap the wack tracks
Givin the max, for the minimum, not the for the max
Get more sex than Wilt the so you can call me the Stiltest
takin' shorts like Arnold, so what chu talkin bout, Willis?

'Bout
Willis
Willis ain't about nuthin'
different strokes
Let's get to umm, breakfast foods
Because it's, in the mornin'

Well, you can have wheaties
You can your flakes
You can your kix
And you can have trix
You can have poundcakes
You can have loops
But you gotta get your two scoops

To the hot raw, I'm rollin', rollin'
Bowlin', spare me, ya hushed mouth mush
Lush excessive like a Jefferson
Movin' on up progressive, one for your brain, cell
And I get through, you say,"Aww, hell man"
Styles I free won't, stop 'til the end
Paper I go on and go on the pen
Get a max of funk, attack or

One blow, and emcees are gone the wind
Kickin' the rhyme, I'm not a print
But I'm fresh, up like the summertime, summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen, but I keep you
Like a bee, a dozen attempts is in the
'Cuz I the dime and I'm not a leader
'Cuz I Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick Rakim, you run for cover brother

But I kick it with 'cuz I'm just another mother
(Sucker)
Blo pop
(It's blo pop time)
blo pop time
(It's blo pop time)

In the mix, the dimension, J.B., and
It's seven, not six, my extra-large
But I wear, I I wear it well like DeBarge
To the finish, makin' ya eye pop, you ain't spinach
it's, time to let you know
We it up, one two three and fo'

Uhh, it up
Nah we gon' count it
Nah man, we're count it up
Mmm, let's get to that umm
Food tip though, the tip
Food Well, you just check
you know what we need
What can I

You can your life
You can have your
You can your puffs
You can your pebbles
You can your krunch
And you can have your
But you still gotta get two scoops

Around and 'round and down and upside down we go
Whoa ahh, I'ma in the front row
Not Jethro, I'm not a Jethro, on row
I wear Monie's hat, but I was a monkey in the middle
Hey, diddle, you can Kibble a Bit
I take a squat, and MC's be sayin', "Ooh, shit"
Yo, I turn bucktown fucktown
You're a field goal kid, and I'm a touchdown

With the next point to the next joint, so Spike about it
I'm all that, your bitch be writin home about it
Shout it out, praise the Lord,
could be love, but umm, don't let em fool ya
'Cuz when I do ya, down come down after me come
Yeah, sorry Plums but umm, I gotta run
Run Run, keep hope alive
I'm down with the B-boys, fuck the 5

You turkey, a-pit-apitta-a-aperk be
You can get ill, but don't, hurt me, me
Or urk me see I'll outsmart you like the Urkel
at the school of hard knocks, in a circle
Pass the sess blunt, stud, you ain't know?
I wanna go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh

Or jingle jangle on the jaw
Hip-hip, hooray, oh now you be all lovable?
Don't push or pull, or you'll see, I'ma it out
MC's be checkin' in but don't be checkin' out
I em out on the canvas
So click your twice and take your ass back to Kansas