Luyện nghe bài hát Noorotic

Y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all motherfuckin
If you need to get high there's a mask and in the overhead compartment
I can't tell y'all what the weather's like my radio's fucked up
And if we should experience any of motor difficulty
Don't panic take one more hit off the mask
Calmly put your hands between your
And kiss your ass goodbye!!

When I send my off like Halls menthalyptus
I'm swift like a gift for Christmas
My verbs and nouns walls of underground
Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews bitches
The ninety-four era I cause terror,
Rainin on you with the funk, so get your umbrellas
My guns cruise, tennis shoes, happenin
I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin the
I'm Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex
blow decks when I'm more strapped than latex
Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act beatches
Woo! I just give a FUCK
Yo yo that Red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitches
I bite your whole nipple off, like sickle-cell anemia
I'm 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert
Travel my curse universe
Droppin the slang, bust your brains with the real shit
Come hit my blunt so I can y'all feel it
niggaz verbally so call Dyfus
I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I kill Cyrus
I get as ill as of police on narcotic
Noorotic, my format rocks the project
Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick
emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing
Not guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen
Now who's that nigga that got your crew
I'm in the world, with Jacob's

I'm seein a lot of happy rappers actin like they got asthma
attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually
But it's no question my funk segment leave the atmosphere
They got factories with dolls named after me
pressed-in, I take of niggaz like I was molesterin
Newark New Jersey's I represent

My brain be zoned and I phoned to ET's home
Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I a spliff with
and to hook me up with spots to put my chrome in
So what the I got clapped on for my truck
Fat to be through Bedrock and Diamond District
Then I laughed cause fuck the I just wanted my tape bag
Fantastic my shit is fat shit
The bomb Elway throw bombs on John Madden
Fuck that, get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast
Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your
voltage, I got funk for by the buckets
PPP packs a of wild motherfuckers

Hold hold, wait wait wait
Let me school bitch
Yo bitch my is tight, can any MC do this
of sex*
And back on the mic?

I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink
Sayin I'm this and when half y'all punks don't even know me
On blocks your punk ass still bustin off slingshots
Talkin shit about me when I'm by slowly
Now just for that I let your girl my dick from the back
and let your give me cornrows on my crack
Cause I'm like that