Luyện nghe bài hát Cosmic Slop

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

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

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

passenger's
We're on a non-central
To and beyond
Funkadelic the bomb

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

I'm out, I lost my mind on Cloud 19
Visine for eyes, when I Alpines
Dial 9, 0 0, for the hero of the
I my brain 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 four
When my jaws drop, ock, I my nuts alot
Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the

I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the
black cats and Haley's 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
shoes and bell-bottoms some got 'em
Spaced out, way out, is what I'm about
In the Cosmic Slop of the

With manifestations, I dictate to nations
More Cosmic innovations in my creation
This Cosmic sick mic
Mega segments, be Sega, like

I the solar system, listenin'
Guzzlin', sippin', or slippin' and sympin' when the track is rippin'
I gotcha brain bendin' and twistin'
Man listen, I give your whole crew a ass

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

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