Luyện nghe bài hát Cuckoo

My triggers is stupid, you thugs is
My guns be, goin', eh, for the of money
Dumb, fabulous give you luger lasagna
Hula hoop, hold you, put your noodles behind 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 laugh, a very angry future
A pissed off past, 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
That's right, I'm Vicodin with a Klonopin'
I love stanky hoes, I got a for Keyshia Cole
Momma man that show, should be The Frankie

I think I need to get motherfuckin' sleep
Every strand of hair on my balls is a blood leech
I be while 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 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 eyes out, watch me though, is bullshit
All the don't 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 a hook for this one

The just bitch 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 walk the equator with broken roller
See you shruggin' our pizza oven, your blades
And, throw grenades at your nana's bingo

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

Just at the show he did last
Nigga came out in a suit 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 make a art gallery your flesh
Challenge me on the
I'll put a Dodge car battery in your chest
The son of David
I'm cuckoo, nuh, uh, I don't need a for this one

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

I can get sick as
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 hook for one

I'm a go fuck bitches, get money, all do to 'em is spoil '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

Ram Jam with a prostitute's leg in the air
Jerkin' me off, now that's what I a handstand
Body parts in the freezer, you use for a fever
Multiply four million how I'm feelin' for my
I'm a cuckoo, I need a hook for this 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

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