Luyện nghe bài hát M.U.G.

Penicillin on wax, the for rap
Dodger number two back 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' coke snortin'
When I see a fetus, moms 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 through draino
Lava, a volcano
Scorchin', torchin' the microphone I it

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

Yeah, okay, it's time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy
I bring it to these fake niggas with a 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' ballin', son I stays in the mix
bullets in your burner since '76
Act like you can't tell, shit be live as
so much shots
When my shells hit the ground it like "Rock the Bells"

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

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

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

Any nigga play post, I'm runnin' over
O.C. weigh tons like a fuckin' rover
(Tellin' to they face that the fassad is over
Now it's for this real nigga shit, can you feel 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 motherfuckin'
Seein' me just pure fantasy)

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

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

We be money under ground but you can't get
'Cuz if you step my round, you be one dead son
We get love where niggas be to come
And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want