Luyện nghe bài hát Mighty Healthy

Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low
Blew off the kinda dusty
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 pool, now, I'm into Iron Duals
Turn-ons the whoopee, she out of law school
In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes parallel
Duracell night, you flash a cell
out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is
blacks become to shit, we never did like
eati' dead birds chose the over herbs
Men men, ill they got the herbs pulsar
hand wig vanished in the winter
Livin' off land you god damn right I fuck king me
checkmate props like the micro chip founder
Neck to neck stocks Bill Gates now

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

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