Luyện nghe bài hát Mighty Healthy

Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low
Blew off the burner kinda
The world can't touch Ghost, purple Rae co-host
Monty expo, intellect you red pro
Son trifling fuck, on the cycling
up the brew thought I was Michael an'
Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Duals
Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law
In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes parallel
Duracell night, you flash a cell
Snap out of CandyLand, the old rumor is
blacks immune to shit, we never did like
eati' dead birds chose the pharmacy herbs
Men men, ill they got the herbs pulsar
hand wig vanished in the winter
Livin' off land you god damn right I fans king me
Check checkmate props like the micro chip
to neck 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 just
Shake that body, that body
Don't fuck with Ghost you'll sorry
That's word, I'm not the
what I'm sayin'

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