Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

[ll j]
Get the fuck out of here, I'm ll
Soakin wet with bad bitches in the pool

Yo what am i, an

'cause I your's too
One bad mooley, and you can get pants,
I'm the g.o.a.t., what I wrote cause and smoke
I started on the choir singin solo for the pope
Tell your mama please, get up off her
You can't yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like greens
Toes *kriss krossed* she on j. dupris' team
your 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 are fired
Now I'm for some washed up rapper that I can hire
You know some old school nigga wit a bit of
Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an
You say I'm up, well, soup is good food
So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is wrong
For so glowin, afro
S-curl hatin, rum sippin

[method
Kid I'll burp on your girl

The honey had my nuts two red beets
I'm banannas, out of my mind they won't let me back in
I was down before the hype like dusty rhodes and bob backlund
Bruno samartino, staziak
Now the rock and cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster pluckin, chickens I'm cluckin
Wwf stands for when and we fuckin

Yo kid


Yo,
Yo, ey,
Ey, ey,
Eh,

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm menace ii society
I roll the drive 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
Maccaroni and cheese timbs broke out the orphan
out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the dinners

man]
And them that ran...

My to get 'em
With the heat seekin flow wit, fo'
da name, that's why y'all fuck wit me
I'm pocket change, the bums fuck with d
in 'em, carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen, I like a x was in 'em
grittin, I brawl wit a major league mitten

Where the at

Yo, yo, punk, m me wit him

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

[method
Yo, this be the cool j function, music get my pumpin
Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to
Who owe me somethin, niggas in the back frontin
They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up,
You my name, so there's no need for introduction
I'm mr. done it all, so none of y'all can do me
I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone
Bet me and queen bee be swingin til the honey
Backs get blown, get thrown
In headlocks, from view, I'm fuckin star jones
I'm red hot like candy, in '95 won the grammy

Yo, he use it as an now

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

Ayo nigga,
Yo, the fuck, fuhgidabowdit
Yo,
Uh,
Ayo dog, [dmx growl]
Bitches can't me, fuhgidabowdit [dmx growl]
Still out pennies, fuhgidabowdit [dmx growl]

The shit I see day brings tears to my eyes
How I at my niggas brings ears to my cries
Stick niggas for not knowin, then teach 'em
Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the you frontin
I liked you, and you, I don't know
So what the fuck you think is to happen, we gon go
Mono on mono, whatever nigga, I'm gon you
If you can't pick that afro, I'm gon you
Walkin like you was a lil 'cause you is
And don't that daddy's gonna always love his kids
Crackin niggas got the to wonder why I rob, why
You guys live while everybody else'll starve
That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name
Break a nigga off somethin, watch a gain fo'
Now you somewhere cold, stiff as shit
And all that riffin shit, will get you hit, bitch