Luyện nghe bài hát Cosmic Slop

Yeah, to fly that knot
Redman, Keith Murray, Erick Sermon with the, Cosmic
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 tons of macs, a ball, and jumping jacks
Flyin' expert, in work
No question, cosmic funk and session

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

Attention
We're on a non-central
To Hell and
drop the bomb

I'm that of nigga to give it to ya
My Cosmic rules all blocks with funk 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 my mind on Cloud 19
Visine for eyes, I blow Alpines
9, 0 0, for the hero of the weirdos
I my brain don't bust, transform into a 7-11 Slurpie Slush

It's the fly, my will burn eyes, twice the chemical of Clorox
Then I do an on four cops
When my drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot
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
predicted, for you funk fiends
That Def will get the fuckin' cream like Noxem, yeah

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

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

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

Just for mentionin', goin' 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 and get with this Cosmic Slop
Slop, Cosmic Slop

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