Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

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

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 singin solo for the pope
your mama please, get up off her knees
You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cheese
toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes *kriss krossed* like she on j. dupris'
your sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are
Now I'm lookin for some washed up rapper I can hire
You know some old school wit a bit of attitude
Pay him to fuck a girl in an interlude
You say I'm souped up, well, is good food
So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that
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 fuckin mind won't let me back in
'cause I was down before the hype like dusty 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 we fuckin

Yo kid


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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm like ii society
I through the drive thru like kane
Jack you for the and chicken wings, and datins too
See my boys down the crack patience too
Bricks, walk around, snorkel
Maccaroni and cheese timbs out the orphan house
Transportin out, the in 'em
Box 'em up in the with the frozen dinners

man]
And niggas that ran...

My to get 'em
With the heat 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
in 'em, carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen, I write 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,

man]
Yo, this be the cool j function, get my blood pumpin
Down for whatever, usually means I'm up to somethin
Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the frontin
rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion
You know my name, so no need for introduction
I'm mr. done it all, so none of can do me nothing
Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and
Bet me and queen bee be swingin til the come
Backs get blown, trash get
In headlocks, this 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 or understand me, yeah
Either or, funky wild comanchees wit shitty draws
What's that shit, 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, fuhgidabowdit growl]
Bitches stand me, fuhgidabowdit [dmx growl]
Still pullin out pennies, [dmx growl]

The shit I see every day brings tears to my
How I holla at my niggas ears to my cries
niggas for not knowin, then teach 'em somethin
Bitch niggas bout you from the streets you frontin
I never 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 afro, I'm gon bust you
Walkin like you was a lil nigga you is
And don't forget that daddy's gonna love his kids
Crackin niggas got the nerve to why I rob, why
You guys will live while everybody else'll
pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold
Break a off somethin, watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you layin cold, stiff as shit
And all that shit, mens will get you hit, bitch