Luyện nghe bài hát M.U.G.

Penicillin on wax, the for rap
Crooklyn Dodger two back on the map
Perhaps you thought I was gone, surprise nigga
Not physically, but I'm a massive

Al status, the baddest, exotic
like a automatic, can't stop it
High floatin', po satin' like coke
When I see a fetus, thought about abortin'

Important, am I? Gotta ask
But then I think twice like a
Authentic, percentage, calculating my state
Eat and fit it

Bizarre pa, ain't it, flow you like draino
Lava, from a
Scorchin', torchin' the microphone I it

Freddie Foxxx with the millies
a temperillo
Aiyo Foxxx fuck niggas
Slice 'em up an ox pop

Yeah, okay, it's time to bring these rap cats from Isle
I bring it to these fake with a quick and a smile
You my style, America's most feared entertainer
Yeah, New York to Cali, I'm called an acid Rainer

While you frontin' like ballin', son I in the mix
Same bullets in your burner '76
Act like you can't tell, shit be live as
Bustin' so much
When my shells hit the ground it like "Rock the Bells"

Call me Bumpy Knuckles 'cuz my be swell
From knockin' niggas out the lies they tell
Oh well, I bet you me all up in ya chest
I make the saucest catch a body blame it on stress

And if he snitch, I bail him out and his bitch
And then sedate her with my four pound
Shit's only rap but I'm livin' like
So when while niggas be dogs and walkin' like cats

Niggas were gettin' way too fat
But O.C. and big Fred Oxxx, we bought to bring it
"Let's go back"
"I'm tellin' it like that"

We be money under but you can't get none
'Cuz if you step into my round, you be one son
We get love where be scared to come
And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't none

Any nigga play high post, I'm over
O.C. weigh tons like a fuckin' Range
(Tellin' niggas to face that the fassad is over
Now it's time for this real nigga shit, can you this?)

No question, we manifestin', we feel
Bust up in your session, niggas up like adolescence
(Like a D&D, I can't see a gang, no body
Seein' me that's pure fantasy)

True indeed son, we the one
While niggas goin' out like that, we it on like Scarface
(That's means murder case, I bring to any base
the profession)

Mean that real niggas on the mic, it back
It's mad potent, good crack, it's type addicted
All up in ya mind, you don't want hard

We be under ground but you can't get none
'Cuz if you step my round, you be one dead son
We get love where be scared to come
And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't none