Luyện nghe bài hát Nutsymptom

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

Here the bang of a hip hop thing that we bring and swing
Men Mars ain't ever gonna hang
With dope Buddha's come to the we are attackin'
Space assassin', naked and never slackin'
Come a day on the way on S A
form, another world far away
I got the pang of a gang and I come from the
the thing that I bring and I promise to come live

While the masses, passes their fuckin' asses
And if you don't see, get
That is a out to the words of Curt Grubb
The motherfucker is no
I said,"The man is the kind with the one that I Brine Shrimp"
We never do skimp, I limp on stage in a huff
Like dragon I puff on the stuff of a Humbolt cone
Then I'm stoned, out!

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