Luyện nghe bài hát Kon Queso

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

Once they get to know us dig us
Leaders in the fight for rights for niggaz
Inventor of the more demented flow, nobody it
Just go for it, if you it bout 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 with the x-ray glasses

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 beef patty, coco kon queso

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

Say, ho, if you worked 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 the place hollow

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

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

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

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

Before you charges use your noodle
So what when he grab the mic he scratch your cute
Keep your mouth shut, everything will be
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 eat rhymers like pomegranate
as he stepped in he lit the room
Boom, reschedule my with Britt Hume

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

If I had a for every rhymer that bust guns
I'll have a cool mil for my 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 than musty
One, two, microphone
First to neck off a Home Ec homewrecker

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