Luyện nghe bài hát Noorotic

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

When I my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
I'm swift like a gift 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 with the funk, so get your
My guns cruise, shoes, what's happenin
I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin the
I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts Memorex
blow tape when I'm more strapped than latex
like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches
Woo! I don't give a FUCK
Yo yo that Red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitches
I bite whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
I'm 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert
Travel around my curse
Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real
Come hit my blunt so I can make 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 time and I'll free your mind and your
emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing
Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks Van Halen
Now who's nigga that got your crew bellin?
I'm in the world, Jacob's Ladder

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

My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's
Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a with
and to hook me up with spots to put my chrome in
So what the fuck I got on for my truck
Fat to be through Bedrock and Diamond District
Then I laughed cause fuck the I just wanted my tape bag
fabulous 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 from the coast to the West coast to your breakfast
voltage, I got funk for by the buckets
PPP packs a bunch of motherfuckers

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

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