Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

Get the out of here, I'm LL Cool
wet with bad bitches 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, what I 'cuz fire and smoke
I started on the choir singin' solo for the Pope
Tell mama please, get up off her knees

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

Who the fuck let you in, all my are fired
Now I'm lookin' for some washed up that I can hire
You know old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him fifteen hundred to a girl in an interlude

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

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

Bruno Samartino, Staziak
Now The Rock and Stone are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster pluckin', chickens when I'm
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 through the drive like Kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and wings, and datin's too
See my boys down the ride patience too

Bricks, around, snorkel down
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
the heat seekin' flow wit, fo' antennas
Doc's Da Name, that's why y'all wit me
I'm pocket change, the bums don't with D

Objective in 'em, Carlo sticka
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 hear me,
Yo nigga,

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

You know my name, so there's no need for
I'm Mr. Done it all, so none of y'all can do me
Bitch I'm grown, puffin' on that one and
Bet me and Queen Bee be swingin' 'til the come

Backs get blown, get thrown
in headlocks, from this view, I'm 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 headhunter wild wit shitty draws
What's that shit, what shit, shit 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,
Bitches stand me, Fuhgidabowdit
Still out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit

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

I never liked you, and you, I know
So the fuck you think 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

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

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