Luyện nghe bài hát Fudge Pudge

Here we go again the funky intro
People me knowin' I'm the Prince 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 not hard for me to chew
So kick off your and don't forget your socks
I wash and wash them like Clorox

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

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

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

And a message at the end of the tone, boop
Ooh, and I like it I'm Poetry, the psychic
Intellectual would 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,
Bringin' you the news like Kaity
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, make them flare up
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 party I mass a lot of hookers
and slide, I sling the sludge
Fudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but hold a grudge

Up against the wall, I you with the drugs
The on the jury, guess who's the judge
I hit the hook heavy, ready no
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 whenever I a new dialogue
One plus one, get it

Girls don't despair 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
When I up to the bumper

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

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

Tricky in a joust, plus I'm with Mickey Mouse
C'mon, everyone, flow 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 the best
one, oh, one on a poetical test
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 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 government cheese
Shred 'em cheddar, cut 'em up 'cause P's
out on the bed while we write to the tracks
He's so funny when it to the snaps

Write a rhyme, that's what the boy said
I could whip up a that could slice a boar's head
No, that's ham and we digest that
Organism, that's a dog ate a rat

So fee-fi-fum everybody's Drummin' it
you hear the bassline, you'll be hummin' it
I'm keepin' it simple 'cause I can swing many
Rappers get Met, Met it pays

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

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

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