Luyện nghe bài hát Da Goodness

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

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

out planes, Doc's Da Name
Cock the flame, back to the pain
Hater, IKSRFO, Piscapo
Hit the safe for cake, shoulda to coal

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

I, execute like wars in
Twenty-two inch rims to out the Lex Coupe
The rhythm hit 'em the venom in 'em
Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John

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

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

Wild the fuck out, the fuck out
Drink the out, freak the fuck out
Bug the out, scream the fuck out
Black the fuck out, act the 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 Shake your stinkin' ass
Do you wanna get Shake your stinkin' ass

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

Ribbit ribbit, got moves to make
Choose the date, today you
Smokin' me out war, torn, ghettoes
Opposite of Goodfellows,

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

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

shit down, cock the pound, no doubt
As a juvenile, brought off canal
Brick City be the pros at out
Off at the mouth, get dressed Thousand Isle

Got a degree, on the hash and the
Crash in the V while we the P
I Bout It Bout It, causin' low mileage
Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor
somethin' to you then turn your eyes cockeyed
Down the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!

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

the fuck out, joke the fuck out
Sweat the fuck out, the fuck out
Black the out, flip the fuck out
the fuck out, bug the fuck out

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

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

She me home, and on the way she swallow me bone
The Don Corleone, she all inside of my zone
bitch, let me creep you out, peepin' you out
Sneakin' you out, to my crib, freakin' you out

Eveready, now off the telly, turn 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 that'll have you aggie and ready to blast,

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 we fuckin until my nuts bust out
Cardiac of the pussy and pass the fuck out

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

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

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

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