Luyện nghe bài hát Noorotic

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

When I send my vapors off like menthalyptus
I'm swift like a motherfuckin for Christmas
My verbs and shatter walls of underground
Let me be blunt: I like brews with bitches
The era I cause terror, whatEVER
Rainin on you punks the funk, so get your umbrellas
My guns cruise, shoes, what's happenin
I got clapped on, now I'm the one the clappin
I'm Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex
blow tape decks when I'm more strapped latex
Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act like
Woo! I just give a FUCK
Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin -- with they ass full of
I bite whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
I'm droppin 98.7 down to Red Alert
around my curse universe
Droppin the slang, I'll bust your with the real shit
Come hit my blunt so I can y'all feel it
Abuse niggaz verbally so call
I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I kill Cyrus
I get as ill as chief of police on
Noorotic, my format rocks the project
Give me a and I'll free your mind and lick your
funky emotions, to your veins up with funk overdosing
Not with with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen
Now who's that that got your crew bellin?
I'm in the world, with Ladder

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

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

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

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