Luyện nghe bài hát Cuckoo

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

Take takeaway, show up before you perform
Hit you in the knee a bat and tell you to break a leg
Hee, hee, I got the Kris Kross laugh, a angry future
A off past, fuck hip-hop, I target it
I will diss Joe Budden then diss, every legend started it
I'm cuckoo, I need a hook for this one

say I'm kin to sinnin', yeah, I'm Drama's twin
That's right, I'm Vicodin writin' a Klonopin'
I love stanky hoes, I got a for Keyshia Cole
Momma man that show, should be The Frankie

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

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

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

The just bitch and the thugs is thuggin'
The insects is actin' me and me I'm buggin'
I jump from the sidewalk, hop over the Everglades
Tight-rope walk the equator with broken roller
See you shruggin' our pizza oven, your shoulder
And, throw grenades at your bingo parade

Anybody see my
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

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

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

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

I can get as Ozzy
Sick as a fagot fuckin' the dead body of
Nigga, me if you cross me
Here's how life story would begin, once upon a time, the end
Cuckoo, I need a hook for this one

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

Bumpin' Ram Jam with a leg in the air
Jerkin' me off, now that's what I call a
Body parts in the freezer, what you use for a
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 voodoo, you know how dude do
on the bed, fuck while she bloody 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 tryin' to make the devil proud of me

in gasoline case a nigga got it out for me
Hang my baby off a 30-foot balcony
Then look over the body like 'Bitch, doubted me'
I'm cuckoo, I need a hook for this one