Luyện nghe bài hát Cuckoo

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

Take your takeaway, show up before you
Hit you in the knee with a bat and tell you to 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 started it
I'm cuckoo, I don't need a hook for one

They say I'm kin to sinnin', yeah, I'm Drama's
That's right, I'm Vicodin with a Klonopin'
I love stanky hoes, I got a thang for Keyshia
Momma man that show, should be The Frankie

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

Nope, Mr. Yowwa, yup, to go meat fishin'
And catch me a crevice, I'm back on the ass mission
Fuck these women, I want 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 Scottie
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 need a hook for this one

The bitches bitch and the thugs is thuggin'
The is actin' 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, shoulder blades
And, throw at your nana's bingo parade

see my anthrax?
I'm a pour it on my hands, to Japan
And my man dap
I'm cuckoo, I need a hook for this one

Just look at the he did last
Nigga came out in a suit and a pig mask
Robbed a fan and left his pockets on Slim
Just and say that he wrote shit for gym class

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

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

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

I'm a go fuck bitches, get money, all do to 'em is spoil 'em
No rubber wrappin' up in aluminum
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 that's what I call a
Body parts in the freezer, what you use for a
Multiply million how I'm feelin' for my leisure
I'm a cuckoo, I need a hook for this one

I'm weird, I'm into voodoo, you know how do
Towel on the bed, fuck while she and call it Su-Wu
Millionaires sayin' lend me a or the semi is out
Dump in the bed from sittin' Indian
Check it, I'm on fire to make the devil proud of me

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