Luyện nghe bài hát Mighty Healthy

Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low
Blew off the kinda dusty
The can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host
Monty Hall expo, you red pro
Son trifling fuck, on the cycling
Pick up the thought I was Michael an'
Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm Iron Duals
Turn-ons the whoopee, she out of law school
In hale break beats of A-Alikes propel parallel
Duracell night, you flash a cell
Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old is
blacks become to shit, we never did like
eati' dead birds chose the pharmacy over
Men men, ill they got the herbs pulsar
Scissor hand wig vanished in the
off land you god damn right I fuck fans king me
Check checkmate props the micro chip founder
Neck to stocks with Bill Gates now

we hug these mics we get busy
Come and a good time with G-O-D
you snap your fingers or wiggle
Scream, shout, laugh and just
Shake that body, party body
Don't fuck Ghost you'll feel 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 it's spiteful
Ringleader set it off, rap Jeter
Culprit, prince of the game wish you see us
We lay low glitter wax bangles
Priceless rolls, lay the God get tangled
Woolly hair, eyes firey red, made of brass
Twelve men, me, it be the God staff
Move, every like Miramax
Smash the big boy totalled it, shot fear effects
Son beamin' wifee on the beach, Zima
Wu 'binos, to latinos, we bust
night, God schedules, fed ex
Pretty velvet nice DNA scroll genetics
Too hot, to handle one thought scrambling the
game Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when
He rolling up, face up, hands is on his nuts
Yo kid stop on the ground before you get touched
It's Dry sess, obsessed with Allah's sun
We want rye, we it so bad we might cry