Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

[ll j]
Get the out of here, I'm ll cool
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 fire and smoke
Think I on the choir singin solo for the pope
your mama please, get up off her knees
You wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like greens
Toes *kriss krossed* like she on j. team
Button your up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth with a 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 some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to a girl in an interlude
You say I'm up, well, soup is good food
So I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
For so glowin, pickin
S-curl hatin, jamaican rum

[method
Kid I'll burp on girl buttcheeks

The had my nuts like two red beets
I'm banannas, out of my fuckin mind they let me back in
'cause I was down before the hype like dusty rhodes and bob
Bruno samartino, stan
Now the rock and cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster pluckin, when I'm cluckin
Wwf stands for when and where we

Yo kid


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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm menace ii society
I roll through the drive like kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and wings, and datins too
See my boys down the ride patience too
Bricks, walk around, snorkel
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 them niggas ran...

My to get 'em
With the seekin flow wit, fo' antennas
Doc's da name, that's why y'all wit me
I'm pocket change, the don't fuck with d
Objective in 'em, carlo sticka
Check the pen, I write a x was in 'em
Teeth grittin, I brawl wit a major 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, music get my pumpin
Down for whatever, which means I'm up to somethin
Who owe me somethin, them in the back frontin
They rockin and, put the eight up, rappercussion
You know my name, so there's no 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 come
Backs get blown, get thrown
In headlocks, from view, I'm fuckin star jones
I'm red hot just candy, in '95 won the grammy

Yo, he use it as an now

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

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

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