Luyện nghe bài hát Fudge Pudge

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

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

Skills I have, and plenty
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, like a Mardi Gras
Bikinis, panties,

Juicin' 'em and I'm suckin' the up like straws
Oops, upside ya dome, I answer the phone
When I'm home not 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
level would rather, nah, nah, I don't 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,
you the news like Kaity Chung
But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from Kong Fooey'

Numba one supa guy, I the women but I don't try to see 'em
I'd rather make the money bein' on the 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, cooker
I leave the when I mass a lot of hookers
Slip and slide, I the sludge
Fudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but never hold a

Up the wall, I caught you with the drugs
The organism's on the jury, who's the judge
I hit the hook heavy, ready no
I figure since I'm bigger, why

Prouncin' on particular poets who persist to professional punks
You're a pussy, meow, cat when I'm deckin' you
you, clever 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 have a Benz and no, I don't have an
I the eight inches of meat, will be the remedy
I pull up to the bumper

'Cause I'll be 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 you, know that 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, plus I'm down with Mickey
C'mon, everyone, flow to the rhythm of my tongue
To the rhythm of a drum, emcees wanna
But they can't get with the 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 lyrics memorized,
In my think, sharp as a shank knife
I strike the mic as quick as a snake 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' like government cheese
Shred 'em like cheddar, cut 'em up P's
Laid out on the bed while we write to the
He's so funny when it comes to the

Write a hardcore rhyme, what the boy said
I could whip up a rhyme that could slice a boar's
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 quick to out
The by the way, hey
Picked up your 'cause she was goin' my way

Hand on the stick, foot on the
Flowin' over miles per hour, I'll pull it on outta
Skid marks left on the ground like
The rubber smells badder than the doodoo on your

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