Luyện nghe bài hát Cuckoo

My triggers is stupid, you is funny
My be, goin', eh, for the love of money
Dumb, fabulous give you luger lasagna
Hula hoop, you, I'll put your noodles behind you

Take takeaway, show up before you perform
Hit you in the with a bat and tell you to break a leg
Hee, hee, I got the Kris Kross laugh, a very angry
A pissed off past, fuck hip-hop, I 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 hoes, I got a thang for Keyshia Cole
Momma man that show, be The Frankie Show

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

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

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

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

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

Just look at the show he did
Nigga out in a Dickie suit and a pig mask
Robbed a fan and left his on Slim Fast
Just co-operate and say that he wrote shit for gym

You gettin' smart alecky with the
'Til I cut you up and make a art gallery your flesh
me on the west
I'll put a Dodge Challenger car in your chest
The son of David
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' every feature
I'm a drunk plastic surgeon, certainly past detergent

I can get as Ozzy
Sick as a fagot fuckin' the body of Liberace
Nigga, watch me if you me
Here's how your life story would begin, upon a time, the end
Cuckoo, I don't a hook for this one

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

Bumpin' Ram Jam with a leg in the air
me off, now that's what I call a handstand
Body in the freezer, what you use for a fever
Multiply million how I'm feelin' 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 and call it Su-Wu
Millionaires lend me a thou' or the semi is out
Dump in the bed sittin' Indian style
Check it, I'm on fire to make the devil proud of me

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