Luyện nghe bài hát Kon Queso

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before you press use your noodle
So when he grab the mic he scratch your cute cuticles
Keep your mouth shut, 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 like
Soon as he stepped in he lit the
Boom, my noon with Britt Hume

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

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

When it rain it sure do
I got more rhymes in the summer than underarms
One, two, checker
learned to neck off a Home Ec homewrecker

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