Luyện nghe bài hát Cosmic Slop

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

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

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

Attention
on a non-central journey
To Hell and
Funkadelic the bomb

I'm that type of to give it to ya
My Slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers
My freeze the Nile, The Funk Child splits the river
Then I crush, like the was rushed, through my verbal lust

I'm out, I lost my mind on Cloud 19
Visine for eyes, when I Alpines
9, 0 0, for the hero of the weirdos
I hope my brain don't bust, transform into a 7-11 Slurpie

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

I'm an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th
With cats and Haley's Comet, blazin' blunts in my driveway
predicted, for you funk fiends
That Def will get the fuckin' cream like Noxem, yeah

For those that remember and afros
Platform and bell-bottoms some got 'em
out, way out, is what I'm talkin' about
In the Slop of the Ghetto

amazing manifestations, I dictate to nations
More Cosmic Funk innovations in my
Cosmic sick mic cylcicyst
Mega segments, be Sega, like

I orbits the solar system,
Guzzlin', never sippin', or slippin' and when the track is rippin'
I gotcha brain cells and twistin'
Man listen, I give your whole crew a ass

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

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