Luyện nghe bài hát Cuckoo

My triggers is stupid, you is funny
My guns be, goin', eh, for the love of
Dumb, rhymer 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 off past, fuck hip-hop, I target it
I diss Joe Budden then diss, every legend that started it
I'm cuckoo, I don't a hook for this one

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

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

Nope, Mr. Yowwa, yup, 'bout to go meat
And catch me a crevice, I'm back on the ass cheek
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, 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 ain't get a vid
I'm what? Cuckoo, I don't need a for this one

The bitches just bitch and the 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 blades
See you our pizza 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 he did last
Nigga out in a Dickie suit and a pig mask
Robbed a fan and left his pockets on Slim
Just co-operate and say he wrote shit for gym class

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

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

I can get sick as
Sick as a fagot fuckin' the dead of Liberace
Nigga, watch me if you me
Here's how your life story would begin, 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 the oven screamin' Jersey
And I'm usin' it for stuffin' in my

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 million how I'm 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, while she bloody and call it Su-Wu
Millionaires lend me a thou' or the semi is out
in the bed from sittin' Indian style
Check it, I'm on fire tryin' to make the devil of me

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