Luyện nghe bài hát Nutsymtom

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

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

Come to the we are attackin', space assassin naked live
And slackin', come a day on the way enter on SA
Amplified form another world far away, I got the of a gang
And I from the south side, here's the thang that I bring
And I to come live

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

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

Take a tip from the the flipped script of daddy
I complete props to the one that rocks steady
With dexterity and on and on and on
And turn out the shit like the one that's called
Pawn shop press, yes, it's on, up?

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