Luyện nghe bài hát Nutmeg

Scientific, my hand it
Robotic think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dick it
Scotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy verbs throw up a stone richie
the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap
Tidy Bowl, gun pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rum slow, parole kids, Rapunzel
But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid eye guy
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I a lemon pie
I'm bout it, bout it - forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my was overcrowded
You cats done heard it first
On how I shitted on your turf that
Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime jewelry dripping
Face in the box, I seen your ear
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with sawed-offs
one to Rae', let's season they broth
Lightning rod heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
got rocked from the receiver bleeder
Portfolio, looking in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes son, shit is scampi
that, throw 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,
This be the God
Yeah no doubt, Judge

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

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

Pass me a spliff, black mental cause continental drift
One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine
Brick rock, late night, the tick tock of my clock
I to run up and pick, a crab lock
Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, him flip
Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on ass
Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a
Dick a knock-knee ho, out her fetal
inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs
Spit on her, then I bang on my chest like Kong
Merciless Ming, point the bee sting
Ring dings, right through your head
Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue tracks
the ball drop, I'mma snatch ten jacks
Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a leaf cigarette
While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech in
Crazy as
Multiply ten times standing next to zero
And my fingers like the Fonz
And bag me a golden skinned girl with the honey blonde
Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his
Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the
flat as a pancake for her man's sake
Used to fuck her when she menstruate, but it 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
Long Island! I know, I know, I know, I
I know, I know, I know, it down!