Luyện nghe bài hát Bobyahed2dis

And I say, right about now you are rockin' the best
Can I get a hit? you
What you're about to experience is a walk on the side
Who knows better than the devil himself

To all head niggaz, bob to this
walk with Def Squad on the darkside
Coming to you live and direct without adieu
I bring to you Redman one more
This is Stewart and you know how I do it goddayum

So who's that funky nigga that's to kick the fat shit?
The mirror said, "You are, you bastard"
by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher

It's the dogfetcher, I betcha, ahh, with the
Get you coughed up from the weed bust your brain
The top of hip-hop and I'm on the charts
I'm catchin' applause I rock the micraphone from the heart

My style's foul, so look the eyes of Lorimars
As you can see, I drop funk bars from to Mars
Still rollin' the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch
Crossin' DTW, into my lap

And boy, my skills are stacks, I love to do it the back
My style swarms ghettoes like crack
in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga
As as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger

But I bet you you can't do that the multiplatinums
Can't save your ass on the and you're fucked if it ain't pop
The funk is blowin' wattage out fuckin' trunks
Like Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps

Props I got, coming through block nine cocked
My socks, got three-eighty-nine shots
Don't press it, I hang 'em like them niggaz do in
You don't no heart you chestless
your heart's on my necklace

I give props to MC's like KRS-One
Kool G Rap, Buckshot, me and I'm from
The East coast, a nigga like you get that fat?
And since you came out gassed, well, I'm closin' gas cap

The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk
Represent New Jersey, keep your up on the bleacher
A menace like Dennis, I got game like
I can French-kiss my lyrics, then I run with sentence

Lord mercy, it's too much funk to cope with
Droppin' dope shit dope shit, we're atrocious
That's from the lungs, that from here to kingdom come
And I have to be a Special Ed to get dumb