Luyện nghe bài hát Fudge Pudge

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

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

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

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

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

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 don't like
Yo, scratch one more time
(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 Kaity Chung
But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from 'Hong Kong

Numba one supa guy, I love the women but I 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
it, Monch

Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, cooker
I leave the party when I a lot of hookers
Slip and slide, I sling the
Fudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but never 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, no chitter-chatter
I since I'm bigger, why pitter-patter

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

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

'Cause I'll be down to a girl like Heather Hunter
I tell you now you never
(Hated)
The triple X when it to sex is what I'm rated
I tell you, know I can give good love

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

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

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

The form I is cultivated, why spread it
Many, lyrics memorized, inbedded
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', as I'll fly
Thorough, matter the borough, I'm swingin'
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 write to the
He's so funny it comes to the snaps

Write a hardcore rhyme, that's what the boy
I could whip up a rhyme that could a boar's head
No, that's ham and we digest that
Organism, that's a dog ate a rat

So everybody's 'Funky Drummin' it
When you hear the bassline, you'll be it
I'm keepin' it simple 'cause I can many ways
Rappers get Met, Met it pays

It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world and it's best to never out
Go against me and I'm 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 per hour, I'll pull it on outta
Skid left on the ground like tattoos
The rubber badder than the doodoo on your shoes

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