Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

Get the out of here, I'm LL Cool
Soakin' wet with bad in the indoor pool
Yo what am I, an
'Cuz I your's too

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

You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cheese
Open toed shoes, smell like collard greens
Toes kriss krossed like she on J. team
Button your sittin' up like beach balls in the sand
A mouth full of rotten teeth a dildo in her hand

Who the let you in, all my assistants are fired
Now I'm lookin' for some washed up rapper that I can
You know old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him fifteen 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 wrong
For so glowin', afro
S-curl hatin', Jamaican rum

Kid I'll burp on girl butt cheeks
The had my nuts like two red beets
I'm bananas, out of my fuckin' mind won't let me back in
'Cuz I was down before the hype like Dusty and Bob Backlund

Bruno Samartino, Staziak
Now The and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs
The top pluckin', chickens 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 Menace II Society
I roll through the thru like Kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and too
See my boys the ride crack patience too

Bricks, walk around, snorkel
Macaroni and cheese Timbs out the orphan house
out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle the frozen dinners

And them 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

Objective in 'em, Carlo sticka
Check the pen, I write a X was in 'em
Teeth grittin', I brawl wit a league mitten
the stash at
Yo, yo, punk, M me wit him

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

Yo, this be the Cool J function, music get my pumpin'
Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to
Who owe me somethin', niggas in the back frontin'
rockin' cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion

You know my name, so there's no need for
I'm Mr. it all, so none of y'all can do me nothin'
I'm grown, puffin' on that one and bone
Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin' 'til the 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 wild comanchees wit shitty
What's that shit, shit, that shit on your lip
I can't smoke wit ya kid, but save ya the clip

Fuhgidabowdit, ayo nigga,
Yo, the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit, uh,
Ayo dog,
Bitches can't 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 niggas for not knowin', teach 'em somethin'
Bitch niggas talkin' you from the streets you frontin'

I never liked you, and you, I don't
So what the you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go
Mono on mono, nigga, I'm gon dust you
If you can't that afro, I'm gon bust you

Walkin' like you was a nigga 'cuz you is
And don't forget that daddy's gonna love his kids
niggas got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
You guys will live while everybody else'll

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