Luyện nghe bài hát Fudge Pudge

Here we go again with the funky
People me knowin' I'm the Prince Po E T R
Y, yes, and I'm the first
The usually go first, but it don't matter
(Nah it matter)

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

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

It's gettin' breezy so kiddies'll ya coat on
I proceed to light the party
In the summer, somethin' like a Gras
Bikinis, panties,

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

And a message at the end of the tone, boop
Ooh, and I like it I'm Poetry, the psychic
Intellectual level rather, nah, nah, I don't like that
Yo, that one more time
(You can do better that)

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

Numba one supa guy, I love the but I don't try to see 'em
I'd rather the money bein' on the cover of E.M.
Get emcees mad, make them 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 I mass a lot of hookers
and slide, I sling the sludge
Fudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but never a grudge

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

Prouncin' on particular poets who persist to professional punks
You're a pussy, meow, cat when I'm deckin' you
Disrespectin' you, clever I select a new dialogue
One one, get it together

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

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

Yes, I'm the one you should
(Tell us it)
So don't try to diss 'Fudge
'Cause it's with me
Kick, rhymes out of a mouth

Tricky in a joust, I'm down with Mickey Mouse
C'mon, everyone, flow to the rhythm of my tongue
To the rhythm of a drum, emcees wanna
But they can't get with the M O N C H on the mic

I get swifter 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 a superstar

The form I is cultivated, why spread it
Many, many lyrics memorized,
In my think, sharp as a shank knife
I the mic just as quick as a snake 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 party clingin'

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

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

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

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

on the stick, foot on the clutch
Flowin' over eighty miles per hour, I'll it on outta
Skid marks left on the ground like
The smells badder than the doodoo on your shoes

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