Luyện nghe bài hát Noorotic

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

I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
I'm swift like a motherfuckin for Christmas
My verbs and nouns walls of underground
Let me be blunt: I like brews with bitches
The ninety-four era I terror, whatEVER
Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your
My cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin
I got on, now I'm the one doin the clappin
I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like make Memorex
blow tape decks when I'm strapped than latex
Felt like menopause, I niggaz act like beatches
Woo! I just don't give a
Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin -- 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 the real shit
Come hit my so I can make 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 chief of on narcotic
Noorotic, my style rocks the project
Give me a time and I'll free your and lick your
funky emotions, to blow your veins up funk overdosing
Not guns 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 they got asthma
They attackin me, they they rhymes down actually
But it's no question my funk segment leave the atmosphere
They got with little dolls named after me
pressed-in, I advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin
Newark New what I represent

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

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

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