Luyện nghe bài hát Cuckoo

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

Take your takeaway, up before you perform
Hit you in the knee a bat and tell you to break a leg
Hee, hee, I got the Kris laugh, a very angry future
A pissed off past, hip-hop, I target it
I will diss Joe Budden then diss, every 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 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 strand of on my balls is a blood suckin' leech
I be hurlin' while you hear, take your index
Point it at your head and then twirl it 'round ear
I'm cuckoo, I need a hook for this one

Nope, Mr. Yowwa, yup, to go meat fishin'
And catch me a crevice, I'm on the ass cheek mission
Fuck these women, I want me a sloppy hoe
pussy smell like 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 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 like me and me I'm buggin'
I jump from the sidewalk, hop over the Everglades
Tight-rope the equator with broken roller blades
See you shruggin' our pizza oven, shoulder blades
And, throw grenades at your bingo parade

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

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

You gettin' alecky with the best
'Til I cut you up and make a art gallery your flesh
Challenge me on the
I'll put a Dodge Challenger car battery in your
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 out back to wax a virgin
Murkin' a track, killin' every feature
I'm a drunk plastic surgeon, certainly dirty past

I can get as Ozzy
as a fagot fuckin' the dead body of Liberace
Nigga, watch me if you me
how your life story would begin, once upon a time, the end
Cuckoo, I don't 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 in my turkey

Bumpin' Ram Jam with a leg in the air
Jerkin' me off, now what I call a handstand
Body in the freezer, what you use for a fever
Multiply million 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 know how do
Towel on the bed, fuck while she bloody and call it
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 case a nigga got it out for me
my baby mother off a 30-foot balcony
Then look the body like 'Bitch, shouldn'ta doubted me'
I'm cuckoo, I don't need a for this one