Luyện nghe bài hát M.U.G.

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

Al status, the baddest, exotic
Repetition like a automatic, can't it
floatin', po satin' like coke snortin'
When I see a fetus, moms thought abortin'

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

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

Freddie Foxxx the twin millies
Burn a
Aiyo Foxxx fuck niggas
'em up like an ox pop

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

you frontin' like ballin', son I stays in the mix
Same bullets in burner since '76
Act like you can't tell, shit be as hell
Bustin' so shots
When my shells hit the it sound like "Rock the Bells"

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

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

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

We be money under ground but you 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 want

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

No question, we manifestin', what we
Bust up in session, smack niggas up like adolescence
(Like a D&D, I can't see a gang, no motherfuckin'
Seein' me just pure fantasy)

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

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

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