Luyện nghe bài hát Fudge Pudge

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

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

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

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

'em and I'm suckin' the girls up like straws
Oops, ya dome, I don't answer the phone
I'm home not alone on the bone
Leave your 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 rather, nah, nah, I don't like that
Yo, scratch that one more
(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 specimen from 'Hong Kong Fooey'

Numba one guy, I love the women but I don't try to see 'em
I'd rather the money bein' on the cover 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, up next, yo, yo Monch
it, Monch

Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, cooker
I the party when I mass a lot of hookers
Slip and slide, I the sludge
Fudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but never hold a

Up against the wall, I you with 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 who persist to portray professional punks
just a pussy, meow, cat when I'm deckin' you
Disrespectin' you, clever whenever I select a new
One plus one, get it

Girls despair '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, will be the
I pull up to the bumper

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

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

Tricky in a joust, plus I'm with Mickey Mouse
C'mon, everyone, lets flow to the rhythm of my
To the rhythm of a drum, wanna battle
But can't 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 test
So O.C. if you who you are
(C)
Get on the mic a superstar

The form I signify is cultivated, why it
Many, many 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', watch as fly
Thorough, doesn't matter the borough, I'm
Clear to the end, keep the party clingin'

Treatin' emcees like cheese
Shred 'em like cheddar, cut 'em up P's
out on the bed while 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 slice a head
No, ham and we don't 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 swing ways
Rappers get Met, 'cause Met it

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

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

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