Luyện nghe bài hát Cuckoo

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

Take your takeaway, show up 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 angry future
A off past, fuck hip-hop, I target it
I will diss Joe Budden then diss, every legend that it
I'm cuckoo, I don't need a hook for one

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

I think I to get some motherfuckin' sleep
Every strand of hair on my is a blood suckin' leech
I be hurlin' while you hear, take 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, to go meat fishin'
And me a crevice, I'm back on the ass cheek mission
Fuck petite women, I want me a sloppy hoe
That pussy like talapio, call me Sloppy Joe

I dig your eyes out, watch me though, this is
All the coke fit, I need a Scottie nose
A can of beef raviolis, 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 hook for one

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

Anybody see my
I'm a it on my hands, crawl to Japan
And my man dap
I'm cuckoo, I need a hook for this one

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

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

Likkle acts with raps emergin'
Cursin' at church 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, me if you cross me
Here's how your life story begin, once upon a time, the end
Cuckoo, I don't need a 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
tell me I'm buggin', got rappers tappin the oven screamin' Jersey
And I'm it for stuffin' in my turkey

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

I'm weird, I'm into voodoo, you how dude do
Towel on the bed, fuck she bloody and call it Su-Wu
Millionaires sayin' lend me a or the semi is out
Dump in the bed from Indian style
Check it, I'm on fire tryin' to make the proud of me

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