Luyện nghe bài hát Fudge Pudge

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

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

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

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

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

And a brief message at the end of the tone,
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 Kaity Chung
But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen 'Hong Kong Fooey'

Numba one guy, I love the women but I don't try to see 'em
I'd rather make the money on the cover of E.M.
Get emcees mad, them 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, pressure
I leave the party I mass a lot of hookers
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, guess who's the
I hit the heavy, ready no chitter-chatter
I figure I'm bigger, why pitter-patter

Prouncin' on particular poets who to portray professional punks
just 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 'cause I'll be your 'Fair Weather Friend', friend
No, I have a Benz and no, I don't have an Infiniti
I figure the eight inches of meat, be the remedy
When I pull up to the

'Cause I'll be down to thump a girl like Hunter
I tell you now you hated
(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 'Fudge
it's alright with me
Kick, slick out of a mouth

Tricky in a joust, plus I'm with Mickey Mouse
C'mon, everyone, lets to the rhythm of my tongue
To the rhythm of a drum, emcees 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
Scorin' one, oh, one on a poetical
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 sharp as a knife
I strike the mic just as as a snake bite

out the poison, yeah, go 'head, try it
Skills of an assassin', as I'll 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 we write to the tracks
He's so when it comes 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 digest
Organism, that's a dog ate a rat

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

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

on the stick, foot on the clutch
Flowin' over eighty miles per hour, I'll pull it on
Skid marks left on the ground tattoos
The rubber smells 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, I'll it
Lyrics like fluid out of a faucet, yeah