Luyện nghe bài hát Nutmeg

Scientific, my kissed it
Robotic let's think
You probably it, watch me dolly dick it
Wotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap
Tidy Bowl, gun hold pro, Starsky with the
Hit the rum slow, kids, live Rapunzel
But Ton' Stizzy high, the vivid laser eye guy
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a pie
I'm bout it, bout it - forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was
You fake done heard it first
On how I shitted on turf that time
Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry
Face in the box, I seen your ear
As soon as I drove off, came to me with three sawed-offs
one to Rae', let's season they broth
Lightning rod heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver
Portfolio, fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger son, your shit is scampi
Baste that, throw what's in mouth, don't waste that
See lamping in the throne with King Tut hat
off

Yeah,
I just y'all niggas
Smack all y'all niggas, and
death threats, yeah
This be the God
Yeah no doubt, Wise

spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with 7 duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, with 6 Rugers
Rock those, big boy out of Woodbridge
Porch for the biggest beer, season ribs
Rotissiere ropes, hickory cinnamon glaze
Perfected find within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 thou'
Dirty nose with the drip, click flipped on fam
Dancing Blanche and them bitches, flicking goose pictures
Kick down the ace of spades, Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies with my name on it
Dick the cover now count, how many veins on it
snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
Ten working for me, you wanna tap shit?
Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung!
where the ambulance don't come

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

Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental
One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine
Brick rock, late night, the tick tock of my clock
I used to run up and pick, a crab
Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him
Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on ass
Incognito, fatal blow, pop a needle
Dick a knock-knee ho, bust out her
Nine long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs
Spit on her, then I bang on my chest like King
Merciless Ming, point the bee sting
dings, right through your head bing
Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue tracks
Once the ball drop, I'mma snatch ten
Pass the crack to a niggarette, a loose leaf cigarette
While your man the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo
as Shapiro
Multiply myself ten times next to zero
And snap my 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!