Luyện nghe bài hát Cuckoo

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

Take your takeaway, show up before you
Hit you in the knee with a bat and you to break a leg
Hee, hee, I got the Kris Kross laugh, a very angry
A pissed off past, hip-hop, I target it
I will diss Joe Budden then diss, every legend that it
I'm cuckoo, I don't a hook for this one

They say I'm kin to sinnin', yeah, I'm Drama's
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 blood suckin'
I be hurlin' while you hear, take your finger
Point it at your and then twirl it 'round your ear
I'm cuckoo, I don't a hook for this one

Nope, Mr. Yowwa, yup, 'bout to go meat
And catch me a crevice, I'm back on the ass 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 Scottie
A can of raviolis, [Incomprehensible] 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 hook for one

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

Anybody see my
I'm a pour it on my hands, to Japan
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 Dickie suit and a pig
Robbed a fan and his pockets on Slim Fast
Just co-operate and say that he wrote 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 car battery in your chest
The son of Koresh
I'm cuckoo, nuh, uh, I need a hook for this one

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

I can get sick as
Sick as a fagot fuckin' the dead of Liberace
Nigga, watch me if you me
Here's how life story 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 tell me I'm buggin', got 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 call a
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
Towel on the bed, fuck she bloody and call it Su-Wu
Millionaires sayin' lend me a or the semi is out
in the bed from sittin' Indian style
Check it, I'm on fire tryin' to the devil proud of me

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