Luyện nghe bài hát Da Goodness

Check it out, it out
it out, check it out
Check it out, it out
Check it out, it out

Yo, bless the steel, step out to kill
the L, "Whattup Doc?" What the deal?
Clock the squeal, the MC
Certified cylinders 35

Jumpin' out planes, Doc's Da
Cock the flame, back to delete the
Hater, IKSRFO, don't
Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to

Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug
Bound to rob your Walbaums
Me and my man out Sedans
Tappin' your jaw, Sugar Ray did Duran

I, execute wars in Beirut
Twenty-two rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe
The rhythm hit 'em without the in 'em
Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John

Hah, Dogstar, your girl a lot
I been had a before, "Ridin' High"
whips straight up, cash out the car lot
Clorox your Knox, till y'all call SWAT

Bite off your ear for a
Switch Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear
If you don't the click then you're smokin' wet
Funk Doc, Def Squad, the Jersey set, ah

Wild the fuck out, smoke the out
the fuck out, freak the fuck out
Bug the fuck out, the fuck out
Black the out, act the fuck out

Do you feel it in your Shake your stinkin' ass
Do you feel it in your body? Shake your ass
Do you wanna a party? Shake your stinkin' ass
Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your ass

Oo-wee! I think the is on
Ninety-seven and Chong, I'm reachin' y'all
Right on, my is like the cape on Spawn
Active frequency, the car alarm

Ribbit ribbit ribbit, got to make
the date, today you hallucinate
Smokin' me out without war, torn,
of Goodfellows, Dinero

Go to any borough who rock the mic
Got your sayin', "Not tonight, hello!"
Money talk, walk, ask Kris
The baptist, roll with hashish

You classes for practice to tap this
Jurassic crab shaft ass bitch
Hot potato, the data
Guard your Proclimator

Lock down, cock the pound, no doubt
As a juvenile, cazals off canal
Brick City be the pros at out
Off at the mouth, get dressed like Isle

Got a degree, on the hash and the
Crash in the V we Master the P
I beez It Bout It, causin' low mileage
Blacka, make Zsa Zsa cha-cha
Spit somethin' to you then your eyes cockeyed
with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!

Yo tremblin', up the pen again, adrenaline
Got like DJ Boo on, "Benjamins"
Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your
Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, "It's again!"

Choke the out, joke the fuck out
Sweat the fuck out, the fuck out
Black the fuck out, the fuck out
Drunk the out, bug the fuck out

Do you it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass
Do you feel it in your Shake your stinkin' ass
Do you wanna rock a party? Shake stinkin' ass
Do you wanna get naughty? your stinkin' ass

Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't wit you
Or stressin' your crew, your own be testin' you too
Fuckin' wit you, makin bitch unbuckle her shoe
Watchin this while she already know what she wanna do

She me home, and on the way she swallow me bone
The Don Corleone, she wildin' all of my zone
C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, you out
Sneakin' you out, over to my crib, you out

Eveready, now off the telly, turn off the celly
The way I be hittin' it got you sweatin' makin' you
Shit funky like mother with her stinkin' ass
Type of that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, whoo

Baby, just a second and give me a chance
Let me go put my rubber on so we really can dance
Now we huggin' you know we fuckin until my nuts out
Cardiac of the pussy and pass the fuck out

Bug the fuck out, the fuck out
Drink the fuck out, stink the out
Act the out, smack the fuck out
the fuck out, freak the fuck out

Do you feel it in your body? your stinkin' ass
Do you feel it in your Shake your stinkin' ass
Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your ass
Do you wanna get naughty? Shake stinkin' ass

Do you feel it in body? Shake your stinkin' ass
Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your ass
Do you wanna rock a Shake your stinkin' ass
Do you wanna drink a forty? your stinkin' ass

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