Luyện nghe bài hát Noorotic

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

When I send my vapors off like menthalyptus
I'm swift like a motherfuckin for Christmas
My verbs and nouns shatter walls of
Let me be blunt: I crackin brews with bitches
The ninety-four era I cause terror,
Rainin on you with the funk, so get your umbrellas
My guns cruise, shoes, what's happenin
I got on, now I'm the one doin the clappin
I'm Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make 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 nigga Red be frontin -- they ass full of stitches
I bite your whole nipple off, sick sickle-cell anemia
I'm 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert
Travel my curse universe
Droppin the slang, I'll your brains with the real shit
Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all it
Abuse niggaz verbally so Dyfus
I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I kill Cyrus
I get as ill as of police on narcotic
Noorotic, my style rocks the project
Give me a time and free your mind and lick your
emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing
Not guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen
Now that nigga that got your crew bellin?
I'm in the world, with Jacob's

I'm a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma
They me, they slowin they rhymes down actually
But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole
They got factories with little named 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, Avon Ave I roll a with
and to me up with stash spots to put my chrome in
So what the fuck I got clapped on for my
Fat to be through Bedrock and Diamond District
Then I cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag
Fantastic fabulous my is fat shit
The bomb like Elway bombs on John Madden
Fuck that, get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast
Motherfuckers from the coast to the West coast to your breakfast
voltage, I got for days by the buckets
PPP packs a of wild motherfuckers

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

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