Luyện nghe bài hát Nutsymtom

The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids
Blessed are who erupt when we turn up
Right now we corrupt, cons the shades we don in the night
We're gonna feed on the mics and through a pipe
I feed on the mics and blast through a pipe

I gotta cool capability to and ill, yo my daddy told me
"Hey son, you must act chill", alien rough, my galaxy is
Here comes the bang of a hip-hop thang that we bring and
Men mars ain't ever gonna hang with dope Buddha's

Come to the stage we are attackin', space assassin naked
And never slackin', come a day on the way on SA
form another world far away, I got the pang of a gang
And I come from the south side, here's the thang that I
And I promise to live

While the masses passes upon there asses
And if you don't see get glasses is a shot out
To the words of grub, the motherfucker is not scrub
I said, "The man is the kind with the one that I brine shrimp"
We never ever do I limp on a stage in a huff

Like magic dragon I puff on the of a hum bolt cone
I'm stoned watch out, smoke the weed that come from
Northern California, don't do no cocaine that come from
That the thing that mash up your nature, mash up body
And up your culture

Take a tip from the the flipped of daddy Freddy
I give complete props to the one that steady
dexterity and goes on and on and on
And turn out the dope like the one that's called
shop press, yes, it's on, what's up?

P-Nut change it up, what's up with your mind, up