Luyện nghe bài hát Nutmeg

Scientific, my kissed it
Robotic think optimistic
You probably it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty Wotty copped it to me, big hippie
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a
the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll
Tidy Bowl, gun pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live
But Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy
Jump in the ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I'm it, bout it - Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was
You fake cats done it first
On how I shitted on turf that time
Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine dripping
Face in the box, I seen ear twitching
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three
Give one to Rae', season they broth
Lightning rod fever heaters, Sheeba for hiva
got rocked from the receiver bleeder
Portfolio, looking in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes son, shit is scampi
Baste that, what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost in the throne with King Tut hat
off

Yeah,
I want y'all niggas
Smack all niggas, and niggarettes
Universal death threats,
be the God Body
Yeah no doubt, Judge

Aiyyo out Calvin Coolers, lounging with 7 duelers
The Great of Slick, licking with 6 Rugers
those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge
Porch for the beer, season giraffe ribs
Rotissiere ropes, hickory cinnamon glaze
find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 appraisal
Dirty with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam
Dancing with Blanche and bitches, flicking goose pictures
Kick down the ace of spades, snatch riches
Olsive compulsive flyers with my name on it
Dick made the now count, how many veins on it
snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
Ten years working for me, you tap shit?
Bong bong bong! Your bell rung rung rung!
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't

Yeah, you see what I
You see what I mean, you crybabies?
Get in line punk! You should be studying your
of studying me
That's how you lost your job punk
Now get in line, before you get lil' thick ass tossed up!
Shit! I studied Bruce Lee nigga
He was on the fourth, I was on the

Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, mental cause continental drift
One whiff of Pow U my Divine stiff
Brick rock, late night, hear the tick of my clock
I used to run up and pick, a lock
Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him
Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on ass
Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a
Dick a ho, bust out her fetal
Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the thongs
Spit on her, then I bang on my chest Kong King
Ming, point the killer bee sting
Ring dings, right through your head
the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks
Once the ball drop, I'mma snatch ten
Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a loose cigarette
While your man the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo
as Shapiro
Multiply myself ten times standing to zero
And snap my fingers like the
And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl the honey blonde
Dip hair, make a nigga in his chair
Had the armpit shaved off with the Nair
Stomach flat as a for her man's sake
Used to fuck her she menstruate, but it made her hyperventilate

Brooklyn! I know, I know, I know, I
Queens! I know, I know, I know, I
Shaolin! I know, I know, I know, I
I know, I know, I know, I know, I
Bronx! I know, I know, I know, I
Jersey! I know, I know, I
Island! I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, it down!