Luyện nghe bài hát Noorotic

Y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all seatbelts
If you need to get high a mask and shit 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 type of motor
Don't take one more hit off the oxygen mask
Calmly put hands between your legs
And kiss black ass goodbye!!

When I my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
I'm swift a motherfuckin gift for Christmas
My verbs and shatter walls of underground
Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with
The ninety-four era I cause terror,
on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas
My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's
I got clapped on, now I'm the one the clappin
I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec Artifacts make Memorex
blow tape decks I'm more strapped than latex
Felt menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches
Woo! I just give a FUCK
Yo yo that nigga Red be -- with they ass full of stitches
I bite your nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
I'm droppin 98.7 down to Red Alert
Travel around my curse
Droppin the slang, I'll bust your with the real shit
Come hit my blunt so I can make feel it
Abuse niggaz verbally so call
I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't Cyrus
I get as ill as of police on narcotic
Noorotic, my style format the project
Give me a 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 that nigga that got your bellin?
I'm in the world, with Jacob's

I'm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got
They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes actually
But it's no question my funk leave the whole atmosphere
They got factories little dolls named after me
pressed-in, I advantage 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 roll a spliff
and to hook me up with stash spots to put my in
So the fuck I got clapped on for my truck
Fat to be passed through and Diamond District
Then I cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag
Fantastic my shit is fat shit
The bomb like throw bombs on John Madden
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 funk for by the buckets
PPP packs a bunch of wild

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

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