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 usually go first, but it matter
(Nah it matter)

Funky slices of beats like comes once in a blue
But it's not for me to chew
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 gimmicks gimme
Beats, equivalent to something that I can
Flow, flow, flow, flow, on

It's breezy so kiddies'll keep ya coat on
I proceed to light the party
In the summer, somethin' 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 home not on the bone
Leave name and your number

And a brief at the end of the tone, boop
Ooh, and I like it 'cause I'm Poetry, the
level would rather, nah, nah, I don't like that
Yo, scratch that one more
(You can do than that)

lyrics off the tip of my tongue, swing
I swing, swing, I swang, swang, I swung,
Bringin' you the 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 make the money on the cover of E.M.
Get emcees mad, make them flare up
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 leave the party I mass a lot of hookers
Slip and slide, I the sludge
Fudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but hold a grudge

Up against the wall, I caught you with the
The on the jury, guess who's the judge
I hit the heavy, ready no chitter-chatter
I since I'm bigger, why pitter-patter

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

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

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

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

Tricky in a joust, plus I'm down with Mickey
C'mon, everyone, lets flow to the rhythm of my
To the rhythm of a drum, emcees battle
But they can't get 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 poetical
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, tank sharp as a shank
I strike the mic just as quick as a snake

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, the party people clingin'

Treatin' emcees like cheese
Shred 'em cheddar, cut 'em up 'cause P's
Laid out on the bed while we write to the
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 everybody's 'Funky 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 world and best to never wild out
Go against me and I'm to pull out
The by the way, hey
up your girl 'cause she was goin' my way

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

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