Luyện nghe bài hát Kon Queso

Give it a sec for the pain to
This wreck right here, it ain't for the of heart
They thought they saw the worst
From the team of G men who seem nerds at first

they get to know us people dig us
Leaders in the fight for equal for niggaz
Inventor of the more demented flow, nobody it
Just go for it, if you bout it it or rowdy, rowdy

Whatevers clever, the fold
Who hooka heard of but now, ho, no
If we see tomorrow, the day classes
The villain in the back with the x-ray

Have no fear, the here
Feel em the tinge in your ear from drinkin ginger beer
When it's on head gon' lay low
And heat it beef patty, coco bread kon queso

If you say so lace the whole case
They say he a metal mask in case his face show
He told em they flows is bitch and ayo's
His whole crew with pitchfork and halos

Say, ho, if you never a J-O
And keep more cash a stash in a peso
Okay, yo, know who to follow
Tie em up in the crib and leave the place

Oh, the goose, shes loose
So wild you couldnt it down with straight fruit juice
Frown like the time you taste cous cous
Stash the deuce deuce, troops askin truce,

Today on intense wreck
We have the villain in his own defense to speak
It's all of my mental techniques
Available to freaks and pencil geeks

Train the same to a insane train of thought
On a campaign trail he came to gain support
Charge cash for a
Say some to make your daughter laugh then slaughter the ass

Seem em on the big like Steve McQueen
Do something and never be once he leaves the scene
Keep medicated pads than Stridex
For his own side wrecks with no known effects

Before you press use your noodle
So what when he grab the mic he scratch your cuticles
your mouth shut, everything will be beautiful
It be often rude to you, now get back to your hooty hoo

Damn it, it ain't the drama, can it
From the calm bandit eat rhymers like
Soon as he in he lit the room
Boom, my noon with Britt Hume

Doom in love with Mary Jane, she's my thing
Pulled her right that web head, what a lame brain
and say it, dont spray it
You wanna see girl again, you might as well pay it

If I had a dime for every that bust guns
I'll a cool mil for my sons in trust funds
When I was than a broke dick dog
I kept a L to smoke in thick fog

it rain it sure do thunderstorm
I got more rhymes in the summer musty underarms
One, two, microphone
learned to neck off a Home Ec homewrecker

This is when he was like crib age
When he hit the stage its like a gauge to the rib
Break the mic like a rock star, break a
Jump off the like, yee haw