Luyện nghe bài hát Charms Alarm

What we have here is a very, serious situation
Lots of people out here ridin the dick, hmmph
But check out
I like your style, I your stride
And I your motivation
But the show, we ain't standin for that shit
So my man right here he wrote a song about it
Why you sing it

Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
Call me mr. hollywood -- it out!
Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
me mr. hollywood
On the goodship,
Pop goes the lolli, for i'm, the jolly
Good fellow, he-llo? is anybody
I'm not a step, so stare
I rock-well I always feel like
I feel like, somebody's watchin me
Ooh, somebody's me
It's gotta be that, that that nigga that sweat my shit
I say say say, "black get off the 'zack,
You my urinal tract"
I gotta go pee-pee, yo you know me
You're a new kid on my jock, tip-seekin and you're phony
It's my pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just just step aside
Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin from the
the ruffnecks reign; if you can't stand it, don't go outside
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your
And nowadays it's all these dick kids, that be hard
You're fraudulent, I can a pussy by his scent
So sorry, but the van got
And out is how I'm lookin, I'm out for my people
I'm fly I'm fly like but me don't have no eagle
Beat the beater the juice, how far would you go to
You're gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-wooh! * sings like en vogue*
You wasn't down from the +jump+, so why you kris kross?
You no business buyin, insecure motherfucker
Get lost, youse a sucker

..

We really lucky we got em, you can em
From a distance, now let's say for instance
You got a gettin ganked for his bank by some snake
Little -- is you is, or is you ain't
The
You gotta be, gotta be, to let the shit occur
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, ain't too proud to beg, for your dough
She get money mo money mo money money mo!
I couldn't go out like that if it was my first day off of
Just call me in relationships, I'm runnin shit
So don't be comin to me that, "we can go out, you pay"
that bitch, it's the, unamerican way
This is the circumcision, and is gettin cut off
on my shit, just to get they nut off
Not, no cops, just want a lick
If you ain't down the 'van, dyke, get off the dick
Cause I remember the time, the time, the you tried
To play me I was booty but now you're just a groupie
me uhh, sweatin me uhh
Tellin me when I get big don't be me uhh
But you, forgot you, after, I rock you
It's blo pop time bitch, you better set clock
To the charms

..

Why'd the sucker mc sucker mc the road?
To get to the side? !
Why'd the sucker mc sucker mc cross the
To get to the side, now check it out
I got the pep in my step, the in my glide
So I won't trip, when I let my backbone
shake it to the east, I'm shakin west, well i'ma shake your mid
And i'ma get you suckaz, just me one side, and one rib
I the mouths hey, I barbeque the mouths
Cause mom always said - play wack in the house!
So take that garbage to the
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
Before you wasn't hardcore, so sonic why ya
How you hop when you ain't hip?
You found rap, on a street - and lost it
On a parkway, I ain't sayin no names, yo rico
Fuckin goons fakin stab wounds, I need to the crank
Elvis presley jr., tryin to be that you ain't
No daps, y'all are hoes, go on stage
And take off all clothes; then you -- strike a pose
You knows and I knows, that's how you your record
Because your shit is butt, you gotta get
But you're wack, you're wack, showin your to me
I said you're wack, wack, showin your body to me
You got no man, and you need to get a pound
you, ain't, ah-really down..
.. with true hip-hop you