Luyện nghe bài hát Kon Queso

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

Once get to know us people dig us
Leaders in the for equal rights for niggaz
Inventor of the more demented flow, doubt it
go for it, if you bout it bout it or rowdy, rowdy

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

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

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

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

Oh, shoot the goose, loose
So wild you couldnt chase it down with straight juice
Frown like the first you taste cous cous
Stash the deuce deuce, askin truce, truce

Today on intense week
We have the villain in his own defense to speak
all part of my mental techniques
Available to freaks and neck geeks

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

Seem em on the big screen like Steve
Do something and never be back once he the scene
Keep more pads than Stridex
For his own side wrecks with no known side

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

it, it ain't worth the drama, can it
From the calm bandit eat rhymers pomegranate
as he stepped in he lit the room
Boom, reschedule my noon with Britt

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

If I had a for every rhymer that bust guns
have a cool mil for my sons in trust funds
When I was broker than a dick dog
I always a L to smoke in thick fog

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

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