Luyện nghe bài hát Noorotic

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

When I send my vapors off like Halls
I'm like a motherfuckin gift for Christmas
My verbs and nouns walls of underground
Let me be blunt: I like brews with bitches
The ninety-four era I cause terror,
Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get umbrellas
My guns cruise, tennis shoes, happenin
I got on, now I'm the one doin the clappin
I'm Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex
blow tape decks when I'm more than latex
Felt like menopause, I niggaz act like beatches
Woo! I don't give a FUCK
Yo yo that nigga Red be -- with they ass full of stitches
I bite your whole nipple off, sick sickle-cell anemia
I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red
Travel around my universe
Droppin the slang, I'll bust brains with the real shit
Come hit my blunt so I can make feel it
Abuse niggaz verbally so Dyfus
I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't Cyrus
I get as ill as chief of on narcotic
Noorotic, my style format the project
me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your
funky emotions, to blow your up with funk overdosing
Not with with funk when I rock tracks like 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 copycat rappers actin like they got asthma
They attackin me, they slowin rhymes down actually
But it's no question my funk segment the whole atmosphere
They got factories with little dolls after me
pressed-in, I advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin
Newark New what I represent

My brain be zoned and I home to ET's home
Whattup to Prince Street, Ave I roll a spliff 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 Diamond
Then I laughed fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag
fabulous my shit is fat shit
The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John
that, let's get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast
Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to breakfast
voltage, I got for days by the buckets
PPP a bunch of wild motherfuckers

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

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