Luyện nghe bài hát Fudge Pudge

Here we go with the funky intro
People approach me knowin' I'm the Po E T R
Y, yes, and I'm the batter
The Pharoahe usually go first, but it matter
(Nah it matter)

Funky slices of like this comes once in a blue
But not hard for me to chew
So kick off your shoes and don't forget socks
I wash and wash them like Clorox

I have, good and plenty
If you want lyrics, but still gimmicks gimme
Beats, to just something that I can
Flow, flow, flow, flow, on

gettin' breezy so kiddies'll keep ya coat on
When I proceed to light the
In the summer, like a Mardi Gras
Bikinis, panties,

Juicin' 'em and I'm suckin' the up like straws
Oops, ya dome, I don't answer the phone
I'm home not alone on the bone
Leave your name and your

And a brief at the end of the tone, boop
Ooh, and I like it I'm Poetry, the psychic
Intellectual level would rather, nah, nah, I like that
Yo, scratch that one more
(You can do than that)

Rollin' lyrics off the tip of my tongue,
I swing, swing, I swang, swang, I swung,
Bringin' you the news like Chung
But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from Kong Fooey'

Numba one supa guy, I the women but I don't try to see 'em
I'd rather make the money bein' on the of E.M.
Get emcees mad, make flare up nostrils
I'm Poetry, the rap fanatic, I get

Yeah, can I, can I get a
(Hostile, hostile, hostile)
Yo, Pharoahe's up next, yo, yo
Kick it,

Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, cooker
I leave the party when I mass a lot of
Slip and slide, I sling the
Fudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but hold a grudge

Up against the wall, I caught you the drugs
The organism's on the jury, who's the judge
I hit the hook heavy, ready no
I figure since I'm bigger, why

Prouncin' on poets who persist to portray professional punks
You're just a pussy, meow, cat when I'm you
Disrespectin' you, whenever I select a new dialogue
One plus one, get it

Girls don't despair 'cause I'll be 'Fair Weather Friend', friend
No, I don't have a Benz and no, I don't have an
I figure the eight inches of meat, be the remedy
When I up to the bumper

'Cause I'll be down to thump a girl like Heather
I tell you now you hated
(Hated)
The triple X when it comes to sex is what I'm
I tell you, know that I can give good

Yes, I'm the one you love
(Tell us it)
So don't try to 'Fudge Pudge'
it's alright with me
Kick, slick rhymes out of a

Tricky in a joust, I'm down with Mickey Mouse
C'mon, everyone, lets to the rhythm of my tongue
To the rhythm of a drum, emcees wanna
But they get with the capital M O N C H on the mic

I get than the rest of them, maybe even the best
Scorin' one, oh, one on a test
So O.C. if you who you are
(C)
Get on the mic become a

The form I signify is cultivated, why it
Many, many lyrics memorized,
In my think, tank as a shank knife
I strike the mic just as quick as a bite

out the poison, yeah, go 'head, try it
Skills of an assassin', watch as fly
Thorough, doesn't matter the borough, I'm
Clear to the end, keep the people clingin'

Treatin' like government cheese
Shred 'em cheddar, cut 'em up 'cause P's
out on the bed while we write to the tracks
He's so funny when it to the snaps

Write a hardcore rhyme, that's the boy said
I could whip up a rhyme that could a boar's head
No, that's ham and we don't that
Organism, when a dog ate a rat

So fee-fi-fum everybody's Drummin' it
When you hear the bassline, you'll be it
I'm it simple 'cause I can swing many ways
Rappers get Met, 'cause Met it

It's a mad, mad, mad, mad and it's best to never wild out
Go against me and I'm to pull out
The by the way, hey
Picked up girl 'cause she was goin' my way

Hand on the stick, foot on the
Flowin' over eighty miles per hour, I'll pull it on
Skid marks on the ground like tattoos
The rubber badder than the doodoo on your shoes

You stink, think wise, is what I advise
O.C. has skills to kill a whole tribe
Off, awkward, spaghetti, sauce it
Lyrics like fluid out of a faucet, yeah