Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

Get the out of here, I'm LL Cool
wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
Yo what am I, an
'Cuz I your's too

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

You can't wear yellow wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like greens
Toes kriss krossed she on J. Dupris' team
Button your sittin' up like beach balls in the plus
A full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand

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

You say I'm souped up, well, is good food
So I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
For so glowin', pickin'
S-curl hatin', Jamaican rum

Kid I'll burp on your butt cheeks
The honey had my like two red beets
I'm bananas, out of my fuckin' mind they won't let me in
'Cuz I was down the hype like Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund

Bruno Samartino, Stan
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my maniacs
The top pluckin', chickens when I'm cluckin'
WWF stands for When and we Fuckin'

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

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

Bricks, walk around, snorkel
Macaroni and Timbs broke out the orphan house
Transportin' out, the in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the dinners

And them that ran
My to get 'em
With the heat flow wit, fo' antennas
Da Name, that's why y'all fuck wit me
I'm pocket change, the bums fuck with D

Objective in 'em, inspection sticka
the pen, I write like a X was in 'em
Teeth grittin', I brawl wit a major league
Where the 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, be the Cool J function, music get my blood pumpin'
Down for whatever, which usually I'm up to somethin'
Who owe me somethin', them niggas in the frontin'
They rockin' cuffs and, put the up, rappercussion

You know my name, so no need for introduction
I'm Mr. Done it all, so none of can do me nothin'
Bitch I'm grown, puffin' on one and bone
Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin' 'til the come

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

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

Fuhgidabowdit, ayo nigga,
Yo, what the fuck,
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit, uh,
Ayo dog,
can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit
Still pullin' out pennies,

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

I never liked you, and you, I know
So what the you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go
on mono, whatever nigga, I'm gon dust you
If you can't that afro, I'm gon bust you

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

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