Luyện nghe bài hát Mighty Healthy

Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man low down
Blew off the burner kinda
The world touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host
Monty Hall expo, you red pro
Son trifling fuck, on the cycling
Pick up the brew thought I was an'
Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron
Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law
In hale beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel
night, you flash a burnt cell
Snap out of CandyLand, the old rumor is
blacks immune to shit, we never did like
eati' dead chose the pharmacy over herbs
Men marrying men, ill got the herbs pulsar
Scissor hand wig in the winter
Livin' off land you god damn right I fans king me
Check checkmate props like the chip founder
Neck to neck stocks Bill Gates now

When we hug these mics we get
Come and have a good time with
Make you your fingers or wiggle
Scream, shout, laugh and just
Shake that body, that body
Don't fuck with Ghost feel sorry
That's word, I'm not the
what I'm sayin'

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