Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL
Soakin' wet with bad bitches in the indoor
Yo what am I, an
I bagged your's too

One bad mooley, and you can get pants,
I'm the goat, what I wrote 'cuz and smoke
Think I started on the choir solo for the Pope
your mama please, get up off her knees

You wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes kriss like she on J. Dupris' team
Button your sittin' up like beach balls in the plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth 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 some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him fifteen hundred to fuck a in an interlude

You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good
So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that
For so glowin', afro
S-curl hatin', rum sippin'

Kid I'll on your girl butt cheeks
The honey had my nuts like two red
I'm bananas, out of my fuckin' mind they let me back in
'Cuz I was down before the hype like Rhodes and Bob Backlund

Samartino, Stan Staziak
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my maniacs
The top rooster pluckin', when I'm cluckin'
WWF stands for When and Where we

Fuhgidabowdit, yo kid
Fuhgidabowdit,
Yo,
Yo, ey,
Ey, ey,
Eh,

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm like II Society
I roll the drive thru like Kane
Jack you for the and chicken wings, and datin's too
See my boys down the crack patience too

Bricks, walk around, down
Macaroni and Timbs broke out the orphan house
out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the with the frozen dinners

And them niggas 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 don't fuck D

Objective in 'em, 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

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

Yo, this be the Cool J function, music get my blood
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 none of can do me nothin'
Bitch I'm grown, on that one and bone
Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin' 'til the come

get blown, trash get thrown
in headlocks, from this view, I'm fuckin' Jones
I'm red hot like candy, in '95 won the Grammy
Yo, he use it as an now

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

Fuhgidabowdit, ayo nigga,
Yo, what the fuck,
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit, uh,
Ayo dog,
can't stand me, Fuhgidabowdit
Still pullin' out pennies,

The shit I see every day tears to my eyes
How I holla at my niggas ears to my cries
Stick for not knowin', then teach 'em somethin'
Bitch niggas talkin' 'bout you from the streets you

I never liked you, and you, I know
So the fuck you think is 'sposed 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' like you was a 'lil nigga you is
And forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
Crackin' niggas got the to wonder why I rob, why
You guys will while everybody else'll starve

That pretty shit is played, fuck your name hold
Break a nigga off somethin', watch a gain fo'
Now you layin' cold, stiff as shit
And all that riffin' shit, mens get you hit, bitch