Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL
Soakin' wet with bad in the indoor pool
Yo what am I, an
I bagged your's too

One bad mooley, and you can get pants,
I'm the goat, what I wrote 'cuz fire and
Think I started on the choir singin' for the Pope
Tell your mama please, get up off her

You wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet like collard greens
Toes krossed like she on J. Dupris' team
Button sittin' up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth a dildo in her hand

Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are
Now I'm for some washed up rapper that I can hire
You know some old school wit a bit of attitude
Pay him fifteen hundred to fuck a girl in an

You say I'm souped up, well, soup is food
So I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
For so glowin', afro
hatin', Jamaican rum sippin'

Kid I'll burp on girl butt cheeks
The honey had my nuts two red beets
I'm bananas, out of my fuckin' mind they let me back in
'Cuz I was before the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund

Bruno Samartino, Staziak
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite
The top rooster pluckin', chickens I'm cluckin'
WWF for When and Where we Fuckin'

Fuhgidabowdit, yo kid
Fuhgidabowdit,
Yo,
Yo, ey,
Ey, ey,
Eh,

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm Menace II Society
I roll through the thru like Kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and too
See my boys down the ride patience too

Bricks, around, snorkel down
Macaroni and cheese Timbs out the orphan house
out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen

And them that ran
My to get 'em
With the heat seekin' flow wit, fo'
Doc's Da Name, that's why fuck wit me
I'm pocket change, the bums don't with D

Objective in 'em, inspection sticka
Check the pen, I write a X was in 'em
Teeth grittin', I brawl wit a major mitten
the stash at
Yo, yo, punk, M me wit him

Fuhgidabowdit, yo,
Ayo nigga,
Yo, yo, yo,
Yo dog,
Yo you heard,
Ayo you me, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo nigga,

Yo, this be the Cool J function, music get my blood
Down for whatever, which usually I'm up to somethin'
Who owe me somethin', them in the back frontin'
They cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion

You know my name, so there's no for introduction
I'm Mr. Done it all, so of y'all can do me nothin'
Bitch I'm grown, puffin' on one and bone
Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin' the honey come

get blown, trash get thrown
in headlocks, from this view, I'm Star Jones
I'm red hot just candy, in '95 won the Grammy
Yo, he use it as an now

can't stand or understand me, yeah
Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit draws
What's shit, what shit, that shit on your lip
I can't smoke wit ya kid, but I'll ya the clip

Fuhgidabowdit, ayo nigga,
Yo, what the fuck,
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit, uh,
Ayo dog,
Bitches stand me, Fuhgidabowdit
Still out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit

The shit I see every day brings tears to my
How I holla at my niggas ears to my cries
Stick niggas for not knowin', then teach 'em
Bitch niggas 'bout you from the streets you frontin'

I liked you, and you, I don't know
So the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go
Mono on mono, whatever nigga, I'm gon you
If you can't pick afro, I'm gon bust you

like you was a 'lil nigga 'cuz you is
And don't forget that gonna always love his kids
Crackin' got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
You will live while everybody else'll starve

That pretty shit is played, what your name hold
Break a off somethin', watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you layin' somewhere cold, stiff as
And all that shit, mens will get you hit, bitch