Luyện nghe bài hát Nutsymptom

The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids
are those who erupt when we turn up
Right now we
Cons the shades we don in the neon
We're gonna 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 comes the of a hip hop thing that we bring and swing
Men from Mars ain't ever gonna
With Buddha's come to the stage we are attackin'
Space assassin', live 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
Here's the thing that I and I promise to come live

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

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