Luyện nghe bài hát Da Goodness

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

Yo, the steel, step out dressed to kill
Spark the L, "Whattup Doc?" What the
Clock the squeal, the MC
Certified 35 mil'

Jumpin' out planes, Da Name
Cock the flame, back to the pain
Hater, IKSRFO, don't
Hit the safe for cake, switched to coal

Nigga, sneak a through custom drug hounds
to rob your neighborhood Walbaums
Me and my man out Sedans
Tappin' your jaw, like Sugar Ray did

I, execute like wars in
Twenty-two inch to parachute out the Lex Coupe
The hit 'em without the venom in 'em
scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon

Hah, Dogstar, your smokin' a lot
I had a demo before, "Ridin' High"
Five straight up, cash out the car lot
Clorox your Fort Knox, y'all call SWAT

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

the fuck out, smoke the fuck out
Drink the fuck out, freak the out
Bug the fuck out, scream the out
Black the out, act the fuck out

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

Oo-wee! I the heat is on
Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin' y'all
Right on, my palm is the cape on Spawn
Active frequency, trip the car

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

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

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

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

Got a degree, on the hash and the
in the V while we Master the P
I beez Bout It Bout It, causin' low
Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor
Spit to you then turn 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 your thongs and your Timberland
ya, rob ya, cops say, "It's them again!"

Choke the fuck out, the fuck out
Sweat the fuck out, pass the out
Black the fuck out, flip the out
Drunk the fuck out, bug the out

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

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

She follow me home, and on the way she me bone
The Don Corleone, she wildin' all inside of my
C'mon bitch, let me you out, peepin' you out
you out, over to my crib, freakin' you out

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

Baby, hold 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 my nuts bust out
Cardiac arrest of the and pass the fuck out

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

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

Do you feel it in your body? Shake 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? Shake your ass

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