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 they saw the worst
From the team of G men who like nerds at first

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

Whatevers clever, the fold
Who every hooka of but now, ho, no
If we see tomorrow, the next day
The villain in the back 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 gon' lay low
And heat it like beef patty, bread kon queso

If you say so lace the case load
They say he wear a mask 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 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 chase it down with straight fruit juice
like the first time you taste cous cous
Stash the deuce, troops askin truce, truce

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

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

Seem em on the big screen like Steve
Do and never be back once he leaves the scene
Keep more pads than 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 your cuticles
Keep your mouth shut, will be beautiful
It would be rude to you, now get back to your hooty 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, reschedule my with Britt Hume

Doom in love with Jane, she's my main thing
Pulled her right from that web head, a lame brain
Maintain and say it, dont it
You wanna see girl 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 sons in funds
I was broker than a broke dick dog
I kept a L to smoke in thick fog

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

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