Luyện nghe bài hát Pregnant

[Mad
I make heads nod like a with hydraulics
A beer drinkin ??? gettin plastered alcoholics.
I smash that fraulic or tip-toe through the tulips
a ??? then whip his ass like an orange ???.
With aggression I on the mic
Til the pressure the people frantic ??? young gun professor
Yes sir i'm fresher, i dont to be a boaster,
But i'm the guy thats fly like the space coaster
One tough cookie, a rookie with the kids,
To have all the feelin all the pockets in my pants?
No, but I I can do the hokey-pokey
Turn myself around, kid, 'cause I'm fuckin broke.

[Chorus - sample

[Mad
jock the way I rock this obnoxious concoction,
I'm with the gift to talk quick like i'm at an auction.
The kid about to flip, my lid and rock the cradle,
Try to battle, its suicidal, my is fatal, so
on the wrist-straps I never kiss the piss-flaps
When I rap i tap the bottle i twist caps
??? but I be the better MC, my initials are official.
Artificial get me riled up and thats rough, pup
stuff sucks and I get wild and its tough love.
The case facing no distortion,
I'm takin out kids on the mic an abortion.
They're forcin punk suckers stage ???,
But still, I'd a real record deal.

Its the motha the fuck and the mad master fantastic,
Makin shit fit, 'cause you knows we to.
They call me Drescot, I got nothin to lose,
the 1s and the 2s.
Fools see me comin in the of '94,
So let me grab another Heiny the stow.
??? of the dragon if laggin on the two-step,
You on the J to the D E L
Guess its easy when you're in the background,
But here's a new sound. that I've found.
So the linguistics 'cause I'm sweet like this,
And if the liquor's there, I'm going to get quick.
Bermudo, people just wanna fuck mind,
But i just have the beat, hit me two times.
its one for the Treble, two more for the Honda Civic,
If you know who this is, I'ma tell you who it is.
Its the ??? from the idle-most.
Make a lot of damn beats but I'm still broke,
So to my niggas of the B.S. crew,
Hey, in the house. I thought you knew.

[Mad
I'm damper, smooth over the like a lapper,
'86 skater later turned a rapper. So,
Clap your hands to the vibe,
But my shoes are old news and i've got in my socks.
I rock the mic swell in this group the Hell,
Well here's a little story got to tell!
two bad b-boys with big hopes and dreams,
Who drive across the country to step on the scene.
I signed the dotted-line but I i'm a bust,
Because i've livin in my car for about 6 months.
Without a pop the ??? up to my story,
He even think of saying sorry.
But back on track, to the fact, a record is usually black.
So if you got one, be to get a lawyer,
'cause you'll be up shit a paddle.
Oh yeah, its no joke, my and be my son,
tastin cake, I dont want you to get burned.
But me, I live on Hip-Hop so I've be that stuff,
Just remember my name 'cause I'm a in the rough.