Luyện nghe bài hát Cuckoo

My is stupid, you thugs is funny
My be, goin', eh, for the love of money
Dumb, rhymer give you luger lasagna
Hula hoop, hold you, 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 laugh, a very angry future
A off past, fuck hip-hop, I target it
I will Joe Budden then diss, every legend that started it
I'm cuckoo, I need a hook for this one

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

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

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

I dig your eyes out, me though, this is bullshit
All the coke don't fit, I need a 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 what? Cuckoo, I don't need a for this one

The bitches just bitch and the is thuggin'
The is actin' like me and me I'm buggin'
I hang jump the sidewalk, hop over the Everglades
Tight-rope walk the equator broken roller blades
See you shruggin' our pizza oven, shoulder blades
And, throw grenades at nana's 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 for this one

look at the show he did last
Nigga came out in a Dickie suit and a pig
Robbed a fan and left his pockets on Slim
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 with your
me on the west
I'll put a Dodge Challenger car battery in your
The son of David
I'm cuckoo, nuh, uh, I don't need a hook for one

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

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

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

Bumpin' Ram Jam with a leg in the air
Jerkin' me off, now what I call a handstand
parts in the freezer, what you use for a fever
Multiply four how I'm feelin' for my leisure
I'm a cuckoo, I don't a hook 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
sayin' lend me a thou' or the semi is out
Dump in the bed from sittin' Indian
Check it, I'm on fire tryin' to make the devil of me

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