Luyện nghe bài hát Cuckoo

My triggers is stupid, you thugs is
My guns be, goin', eh, for the of money
Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you lasagna
Hula hoop, hold you, I'll put your noodles you

Take your takeaway, up before you perform
Hit you in the knee with a bat and tell you to a leg
Hee, hee, I got the Kris Kross laugh, a very future
A off past, fuck hip-hop, I target it
I diss Joe Budden then diss, every legend that started it
I'm cuckoo, I don't a hook for this one

They say I'm kin to sinnin', yeah, I'm Drama's
That's right, I'm Vicodin writin' with a
I love stanky hoes, I got a thang for Keyshia
Momma man that show, be The Frankie Show

I I need to get some motherfuckin' sleep
strand of hair on my balls is a blood suckin' leech
I be hurlin' while you hear, take your index
Point it at your head and then it 'round your ear
I'm cuckoo, I don't a hook for this one

Nope, Mr. Yowwa, yup, 'bout to go fishin'
And catch me a crevice, I'm back on the ass cheek
Fuck these women, I want me a sloppy hoe
That pussy smell like talapio, me Sloppy Joe

I dig your eyes out, watch me though, is bullshit
All the coke don't fit, I a Scottie nose
A can of raviolis, [Incomprehensible] a lid
If I don't get it can cop me yo and they get a vid
I'm Cuckoo, I don't need a hook for this one

The bitches just and the thugs is thuggin'
The insects is actin' like me and me I'm
I hang jump from the sidewalk, hop over the
Tight-rope walk the equator broken roller blades
See you shruggin' our oven, your shoulder blades
And, throw grenades at nana's bingo parade

see my anthrax?
I'm a pour it on my hands, crawl to
And my man dap
I'm cuckoo, I don't need a hook for one

Just look at the he did last
came out in a Dickie suit and a pig mask
Robbed a fan and left his pockets on Fast
Just co-operate and say that he shit for gym class

You smart alecky with the best
'Til I cut you up and make a art gallery your flesh
me on the west
I'll put a Dodge Challenger car battery in chest
The son of Koresh
I'm cuckoo, nuh, uh, I don't a hook for this one

Likkle with sickle raps emergin'
at church then walkin' out back to wax a virgin
Murkin' a track, killin' feature like
I'm a drunk plastic surgeon, certainly dirty detergent

I can get sick as
Sick as a fagot fuckin' the dead body of
Nigga, me if you cross me
Here's how your life story would begin, once a time, the end
Cuckoo, I don't need a hook for one

I'm a go fuck bitches, get money, all y'all do to 'em is 'em
No wrappin' up in aluminum foil
They me I'm buggin', got rappers tappin the oven screamin' Jersey
And I'm usin' it for stuffin' in my

Bumpin' Ram Jam with a leg in the air
Jerkin' me off, now that's what I a handstand
Body parts in the freezer, what you use for a
Multiply four million how I'm for my leisure
I'm a cuckoo, I don't need a hook for one

I'm weird, I'm into voodoo, you know how do
Towel on the bed, fuck while she bloody and call it
Millionaires sayin' lend me a thou' or the is out
in the bed from sittin' Indian style
Check it, I'm on fire tryin' to the devil proud of me

in gasoline case a nigga got it out for me
Hang my mother off a 30-foot balcony
Then look the body like 'Bitch, shouldn'ta doubted me'
I'm cuckoo, I don't need a hook for one