Luyện nghe bài hát Mighty Healthy

Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man low down
off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, tape Rae co-host
Monty Hall expo, you red pro
Son trifling fuck, on the cycling
Pick up the brew I was Michael an'
are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron Duals
Turn-ons the whoopee, she out of law school
In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel
Duracell night, you flash a burnt
out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is
blacks become to shit, we never did like
eati' dead chose the pharmacy over herbs
Men marrying men, ill they got the herbs
Scissor wig vanished in the winter
off land you god damn right I fuck fans king me
Check props like the micro 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 fingers or wiggle
Scream, shout, laugh and giggle
Shake body, party that body
Don't fuck with you'll feel sorry
word, I'm not the herb
Understand what I'm

Hit mics like Ted Koppel, expert
Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's
Ringleader set it off, rap Derek
Culprit, prince of the game wish you see us
We lay low glitter wax full
rolls, lay around the God get tangled
Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet of brass
Twelve men, following me, it be the God
Move, every like 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 velvet DNA scroll genetics
Too hot, to handle one thought the mandolin
Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, em, say when
He rolling up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his
Yo kid frontin' on the ground before you get touched
It's Canada Dry sess, with Allah's sun
We rye, we want it so bad we might cry