Luyện nghe bài hát Fudge Pudge

Here we go again with the intro
People approach me 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)

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

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

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

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

And a brief at the end of the tone, boop
Ooh, and I it 'cause 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,
Bringin' you the news like Kaity
But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from Kong Fooey'

Numba one guy, I love the women but I don't try to see 'em
I'd make 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 when I mass a lot of
Slip and slide, I the sludge
Fudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but never hold a

Up against the wall, I caught you the drugs
The organism's on the jury, guess who's the
I hit the hook heavy, no chitter-chatter
I figure I'm bigger, why pitter-patter

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

Girls don't despair 'cause I'll be your Weather Friend', friend
No, I don't have a Benz and no, I have an Infiniti
I figure the eight inches of meat, will be the
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, that I can give good love

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

in a joust, plus I'm down with Mickey Mouse
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 swifter than the rest of them, even the best
one, oh, one on a poetical test
So O.C. if you who you are
(C)
Get on the mic become a

The I signify is cultivated, why spread it
Many, many memorized, inbedded
In my think, tank as a shank knife
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 what the boy
I could whip up a rhyme that slice a boar's head
No, ham and we don't digest that
Organism, when a dog ate a rat

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

a mad, mad, mad, mad world and it's best to never wild out
Go me and I'm quick to pull out
The by the way, hey
Picked up your girl 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 like tattoos
The rubber badder than the doodoo on your shoes

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