Luyện nghe bài hát Fudge Pudge

Here we go again with the funky
approach me knowin' I'm the Prince Po E T R
Y, yes, and I'm the first
The Pharoahe usually go first, but it don't
(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 your socks
I and wash them emcees like Clorox

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

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

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

And a message at the end of the tone, boop
Ooh, and I like it 'cause I'm Poetry, the
Intellectual would rather, nah, nah, I don't like that
Yo, that one more time
(You can do better 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 oriental specimen from 'Hong Fooey'

Numba one supa guy, I the women but I don't try to see 'em
I'd make the money bein' on the cover of E.M.
Get mad, make 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, pressure
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 you with the drugs
The organism's on the jury, who's the judge
I hit the hook heavy, no chitter-chatter
I figure I'm bigger, why pitter-patter

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

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

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

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

Tricky in a joust, plus I'm down with Mouse
C'mon, everyone, flow to the rhythm of my tongue
To the rhythm of a drum, emcees 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 the best
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 is cultivated, why spread it
Many, many lyrics memorized,
In my think, tank sharp as a knife
I strike the mic just as quick as a bite

out the poison, yeah, go 'head, try it
Skills of an assassin', as I'll fly
Thorough, doesn't the borough, I'm swingin'
to the end, keep the party people clingin'

Treatin' emcees like cheese
Shred 'em cheddar, cut 'em up 'cause P's
Laid out on the bed we write to the tracks
so funny when it comes to the snaps

Write a rhyme, that's what the boy said
I whip up a rhyme that could slice a boar's head
No, that's ham and we 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 'cause I can swing many ways
Rappers get Met, Met it pays

It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world and it's best to wild out
Go against me and I'm quick to out
The by the way, hey
Picked up girl '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 on the ground like tattoos
The smells badder than the doodoo on your shoes

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