Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

Get the fuck out of here, I'm LL
wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
Yo am I, an animal?
'Cuz I bagged 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 singin' solo for the
Tell your please, get up off her knees

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

Who the let you in, all my assistants are fired
Now I'm lookin' for some washed up rapper I can hire
You know some old nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him hundred 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', pickin'
hatin', Jamaican rum sippin'

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm like Menace II
I roll through the drive like Kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and too
See my boys down the ride crack too

Bricks, around, snorkel down
and cheese Timbs broke out the orphan house
Transportin' out, the in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the dinners

And them that ran
My to get 'em
With the heat seekin' flow wit, fo'
Doc's Da Name, that's why fuck wit me
I'm pocket change, the bums don't with D

Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection
the pen, I write like 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 me, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo nigga,

Yo, this be the Cool J function, music get my pumpin'
Down for whatever, which usually I'm up to somethin'
Who owe me somethin', them niggas in the back
They rockin' 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'
Bitch I'm grown, puffin' on one and bone
Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin' the honey come

Backs get blown, trash get
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

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

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

The shit I see every day tears to my eyes
How I holla at my niggas brings to my cries
niggas for not knowin', then teach 'em somethin'
Bitch talkin' 'bout 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
on mono, whatever 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 gonna always love his kids
Crackin' got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
You guys will live while else'll starve

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