Luyện nghe bài hát Kon Queso

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you press charges use your noodle
So what when he grab the mic he scratch cute cuticles
Keep your mouth shut, will be beautiful
It would be 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 stepped in he lit the
Boom, reschedule my noon with Britt

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

If I had a dime for every rhymer that bust
I'll have a cool mil for my in trust funds
I was broker than a broke dick dog
I always a L to smoke in thick fog

it rain it sure do thunderstorm
I got more rhymes in the summer musty 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
Break the mic like a star, break a guitar
off the stage like, yee haw