Luyện nghe bài hát Nutsymptom

The cold funk has you sunk the mids pump
Blessed are those who erupt we turn up
Right now we
Cons the we don in the neon night
We're gonna on the mics and blast through a pipe
I cool capability to toast and ill
Yo my daddy me,"Hey son you must act chill"
Alien rough, my galaxy is

Here comes the bang of a hip hop thing that we bring and
Men from Mars ever gonna hang
dope Buddha's come to the stage we are attackin'
Space assassin', live and never slackin'
a day on the way enter on S A
Amplified form, world far away
I got the pang of a gang and I come from the
Here's the thing that I bring and I to come live

While the masses, passes upon their fuckin'
And if you see, get glasses
That is a shot out to the of Curt Grubb
The motherfucker is no
I said,"The man is the with the one that I call Brine Shrimp"
We never ever do skimp, I limp on in a huff
Like magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a Humbolt
Then I'm stoned, out!

Smoke the weed that come from Northern
No, I do no that come from Columbia
That the thing that up your nature
Mess up your body and mash up your
Take a tip the the flipped script of Daddy Freddy
I give complete props to the one rocks steady
With the Devil, and on and on and on
And turn out the dope like the one that's called
Pawn Shop Press, yes on, what's up?
Peanut, change it up, what's up on mind?
out!