Luyện nghe bài hát Mighty Healthy

Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low
Blew off the burner kinda
The world can't touch Ghost, purple Rae co-host
Monty expo, intellect you red pro
Son fuck, wildflower on the cycling
Pick up the thought I was Michael an'
Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Duals
Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law
In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes parallel
Duracell night, you flash a cell
Snap out of CandyLand, the old rumor is
blacks immune to shit, we never did like
eati' dead birds chose the pharmacy herbs
Men men, ill they got the herbs pulsar
hand wig vanished in the winter
Livin' off land you god damn right I fuck fans me
Check checkmate props like the chip founder
Neck to stocks with Bill Gates now

When we hug these mics we get
and have a good time with G-O-D
Make you snap your fingers or
Scream, shout, laugh and giggle
Shake that body, that body
Don't with Ghost you'll feel sorry
word, I'm not the herb
Understand I'm sayin'

Hit mics Ted Koppel, rifle expert
Let off the Eiffel, a flag in the grass it's spiteful
set it off, rap Derek Jeter
Culprit, of the game wish you could see us
We lay low glitter wax bangles
Priceless rolls, lay around the God get
Woolly hair, eyes firey red, made of brass
Twelve men, following me, it be the God
Move, every script's Miramax
Smash the big boy totalled it, will shot fear
Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin'
Wu 'binos, to latinos, we bust
night, God schedules, fed ex
Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA genetics
Too hot, to handle one thought the mandolin
Hundred game Chamberlain, smack em, say when
He rolling up, face up, hands is on his nuts
Yo kid stop frontin' on the ground you get touched
It's Dry sess, obsessed with Allah's sun
We want rye, we want it so bad we cry