Luyện nghe bài hát Nutsymtom

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

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

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

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

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, do no cocaine that come from Columbia
the thing that mash up your nature, mash up your body
And mash up your

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

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