Luyện nghe bài hát M.U.G.

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

Al status, the baddest, exotic
Repetition like a automatic, stop it
High floatin', po satin' like coke
When I see a fetus, moms thought abortin'

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

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

Freddie Foxxx with the twin
a temperillo
Aiyo Foxxx fuck these
'em up like an ox pop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No question, we manifestin', we feel
up in your session, smack niggas up like adolescence
(Like a D&D, I see a gang, no motherfuckin' body
Seein' me just pure fantasy)

indeed son, we ain't the one
While niggas goin' out like that, we bring it on like
(That's means murder case, I bring to any base
the profession)

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

We be money under ground but you 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 want none