Luyện nghe bài hát Mighty Healthy

Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low
Blew off the burner dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple Rae co-host
Monty Hall expo, you red pro
Son fuck, wildflower on the cycling
Pick up the brew thought I was 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
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 pharmacy over
Men men, ill they got the herbs pulsar
hand wig vanished in the winter
Livin' off land you god right I fuck fans king me
Check checkmate props like the micro founder
Neck to neck with Bill Gates now

When we hug mics we get busy
Come and have a good with G-O-D
you snap your fingers or wiggle
Scream, shout, laugh and giggle
Shake that body, party body
fuck with Ghost you'll feel sorry
That's word, I'm not the
what I'm sayin'

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