Luyện nghe bài hát Cosmic Slop

Yeah, 'bout to fly that
Redman, Keith Murray, Erick with the, Cosmic Slop
And we all glocks
Word is Bond, word is bond, around and get shot

As I flip, to the beat, on wax, and tax
I react with of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks
Flyin' expert, in work
No question, cosmic funk and session

GangStarr, step up, it's Hard to Earn
But I up the mode, and blow up the globe
The bandit, dialect, umm
Catchin' wreck umm, one, two, microphone

Attention
on a non-central journey
To and beyond
drop the bomb

I'm type of nigga to give it to ya
My Cosmic Slop rules all blocks with maneuvers
My flow the Nile, The Funk Child splits the river
Then I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal

I'm spaced out, I lost my mind on 19
Visine for eyes, I blow Alpines
Dial 9, 0 0, for the hero of the
I hope my don't bust, transform into a 7-11 Slurpie Slush

It's the fly, my music will burn eyes, twice the chemical of
Then I do an autopse on cops
When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts
Got the two glocks, with oowops bodies trace the chalk

I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the
With black cats and Comet, blazin' blunts in my driveway
Nostradamus predicted, for you fiends
That Def Squad will get the fuckin' cream Noxem, yeah

For those that pics and afros
Platform shoes and some got 'em
Spaced out, way out, is I'm talkin' about
In the Slop of the Ghetto

With amazing manifestations, I dictate to
More Cosmic Funk innovations in my
This Cosmic mic cylcicyst
segments, be Sega, like Genesis

I orbits the system, listenin'
Guzzlin', never sippin', or slippin' and sympin' when the track is
I gotcha brain bendin' and twistin'
Man listen, I give your crew a ass drenchin'

Just for mentionin', that route, runnin' yo mouth
You get your head smacked off towards down
And your crew too will be spaced out, way out, no
Y'all niggaz need to stop and get with this Slop
Slop, Cosmic Slop

And now, we program, we
Pop in the disk and who the hell is