Luyện nghe bài hát Intrigued

Hit the floor tuck and E's on fire
I'm motherfucker but not Jerry Maguire
I'm the dark skinned Mac 10 who get busy
Effective puttin' shit in the perspective

Strapped with the gat caps across the map
Yo the back royalties and ASCAP, yeah
I'm six two fat went with the shoe
and jewels estates with the swimmin' pools

And the sauna, piggedy-puffin' on some
Tiajuana, miggedy-mess around and youse a goner
I stash the cash don't flash the what?
You figgedy-front on this kid I that ass

Chiggedy-check the one two-er, it from the sewer to the land
the burnin' sand, biggedy
Back to with my miggidy-man
Got plans to blow, all positions in the game
Like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and

To the hot shit, I'm the Tale of that Bronx
Call me Sonny, pounds of money
Bringin' raw music, call my swoosh
say, "Mister" when you introduce me

Yeah uh, and Das EFX, time to flex
Like Funkmaster, Back to in your tape deck
Steel, I hold it, put it together
Hangin' upside down, it, then reload it

Yo, I'm up from Virginia, on the linear
Havin dinner y'all, with dimepiece named Levinia
ringin', it's Books how ya livin'
Fat like Thanksgiving, drop some like a pigeon

Yo, the boogie banger, Rover to Ranger
Danger, I'm iggidy-off the like Kramer
My iggidy-anger, slaughter, of order
Split your monkey ass in like Moses split the wiggidy-water

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend to act ill

You intrigued by the way, we do our
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and you swing
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax MC's who to act ill

Any hype, out the door, it
Anything the wants, uhh bill it
E P M D out the box we be
We hold the title, like priests the bible

God bless, to any MC who wanna
Survival of the fittest, fuck it or death
With will manuevers, rapper slash
it down with E-Dub, in the sewer

Some thugs, sex hip-hop and drugs
Liggidy-left burnt rugs, drinkin' out of gold mugs
Slugs in the barrel, on name apparel
Briggidy-bringin' drama John Travolta in Arrow

But need for that, Smith squeeze the gat
Ease 'em back, or gon' biggidy-bleed, in fact
It's wiggidy shine like the head, of Golden Child
styles, sinister smile, we takin' bails to trial

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax MC's who to act ill

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and you swing
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill