Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

[ll j]
Get the fuck out of here, I'm ll
Soakin wet 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 singin for the pope
Tell mama please, get up off her knees
You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage
Open shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes krossed* like she on j. dupris' team
Button your sittin up like beach 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 washed up rapper that I can hire
You know some old nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him to fuck a girl in an interlude
You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good
So what I my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
For so glowin, afro
S-curl hatin, jamaican rum

man]
Kid I'll burp on your buttcheeks

The had my nuts like two red beets
I'm banannas, out of my fuckin mind won't let me back in
'cause I was down before the like dusty rhodes and bob backlund
Bruno samartino, stan
Now the rock and cold are my favorite maniacs
The top pluckin, chickens 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 like menace ii
I roll through the drive like kane
you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datins too
See my boys down the ride patience too
Bricks, walk around, down
Maccaroni and cheese timbs broke out the house
out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen

man]
And them niggas ran...

My to get 'em
With the seekin flow wit, fo' antennas
Doc's da name, that's why fuck wit me
I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck d
in 'em, carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen, I like a x was in 'em
Teeth grittin, I 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
for whatever, which usually means I'm up to somethin
Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the back
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 nothing
I'm grown, puffin on that one and bone
Bet me and queen bee be til the honey come
Backs get blown, trash get
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

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

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

The I see every day brings tears to my eyes
How I holla at my niggas brings 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 is 'sposed to happen, we gon go
on mono, whatever 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 got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
You guys live while everybody else'll starve
That pretty shit is played, fuck your name hold
Break a nigga off somethin, a nigga gain fo'
Now you layin somewhere cold, as shit
And all that riffin shit, will get you hit, bitch