Luyện nghe bài hát Herb is Pumpin

I gets dumb the momentum of the drum
And blow to kingdom come
The future holds else but confrontation

is a lyric lunatic toc
Boom, I fill the room with the rough I consume
My is too fly for this world, word 'em up yo
And famous than the Jheri Curls

My rhymes correspond the funk beat
Like infrared correspond heat
I'm malicious and vicious, rappers in stitches
Yeah, yeah, when I'm up twelve inches like this

My rap style is a bastard
That thrives off of battery acid, 'em up
I rhyme like I'm hungry over funk
For those who shit they eat

Reach and your be picked off
Cream puff sweet, I freak the type of speech
The vital, verbal I enlist
Wraps rappers' brains up a pretzel twist, word 'em up

When I'm coastin' with the funk potion
I leave your dead and bloody in the ocean
I can't be beat, so don't be under that
I flow as long as the is pumpin'

"Yo, what kind of is this?"
"It's the bom bom zee, baby"
"Yo, this is way out"
"Yo, let's be here"

Come and take a ride on my bad
You fuck with my style 'cause it's pasteurized
And when I meet my match, I'm 'em up
In the bassline and stabbin' 'em in the spine for tryin' to fly

We got to have it like some hungry dirty motherfuckers
Always wild and stupid like truckers
against the grain, barbecuin' niggaz
In the Purple Rain as my wild brain style goin' insane

And I'm wild with the of a harsh word
My style of speak is mentally
I drug the head more than with rhymes like these
On the mic I'm catchy herpes

Covalent ionically the mic I combine
And gain more strength, than a molecule
E the sticks while I get in the mix
And kick fix after prefix after predicates

I take a trip down lane
And some shit, that'll bust your brain
Hit as you should, a real hood
Not Stephanie but I still feel good
I take a Blunt to go and yo
I flow as long as the herb is