Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

[ll j]
Get the out of here, I'm ll cool
wet with bad bitches in the indoor 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 fire and smoke
Think I started on the choir solo for the pope
Tell your please, get up off her knees
You wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes krossed* like she on j. dupris' team
Button your sittin up beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of teeth with a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are
Now I'm lookin for some up rapper that I can hire
You know some old nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to fuck a in an interlude
You say I'm souped up, well, soup is food
So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is wrong
For so glowin, afro
S-curl hatin, jamaican rum

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Kid I'll on your girl buttcheeks

The honey had my like two red beets
I'm banannas, out of my fuckin mind they won't let me in
'cause I was down before the hype dusty rhodes and bob backlund
samartino, stan staziak
Now the rock and stone 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 like menace ii
I roll the drive thru like kane
you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datins too
See my boys the ride crack patience too
Bricks, walk around, down
and cheese timbs broke out the orphan house
Transportin out, the in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen

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And niggas that ran...

My to get 'em
the heat seekin flow wit, fo' antennas
Doc's da name, that's why 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 hear me,
Yo nigga,

[method
Yo, this be the cool j function, 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 eight up,
You my name, so there's no need for introduction
I'm mr. done it all, so of y'all can do me nothing
Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and
Bet me and queen bee be swingin til the honey
Backs get blown, trash get
In headlocks, from this view, I'm star jones
I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the

Yo, he use it as an now

Niggas can't stand or me, yeah
Either or, funky headhunter 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...

Ayo nigga,
Yo, what the fuck,
Yo,
Uh,
Ayo dog, [dmx growl]
Bitches stand me, fuhgidabowdit [dmx growl]
Still pullin out pennies, fuhgidabowdit growl]

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 talkin bout you the streets you frontin
I never liked you, and you, I don't
So what the fuck you think is to happen, we gon go
Mono on mono, nigga, I'm gon dust you
If you can't pick that afro, I'm gon you
Walkin you was a lil nigga 'cause you is
And don't forget that daddy's gonna always his kids
niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
You guys will while everybody else'll starve
That pretty shit is played, what your name hold
a nigga off somethin, watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you layin somewhere cold, as shit
And all that shit, mens will get you hit, bitch