Luyện nghe bài hát Mighty Healthy

Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man low down
Blew off the kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae
Hall expo, intellect you red pro
Son trifling fuck, wildflower on the
Pick up the thought I was Michael an'
Mics are pool, now, I'm into Iron Duals
Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law
In hale break of hell A-Alikes propel parallel
night, you flash a burnt cell
Snap out of CandyLand, the old rumor is
blacks become immune to shit, we never did
eati' dead birds chose the over herbs
Men marrying men, ill they got the herbs
Scissor hand wig in the winter
Livin' off land you god damn right I fuck king me
Check checkmate props like the micro chip
Neck to neck stocks Bill Gates now

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

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