Luyện nghe bài hát Pronto

Mic 1 to get ready, hon
Peace to the rhythm Cru packin guns
And me some funk that's wild and

And i'll get nastier than Florida Evans brownin

Gives the peace sign Jimmy Snuka
And have ya head bobbin like a Hunts Point
I'm in there like
Oh
No
And when I shoot my bows, you'd think my name was
Zunga zung, zunga zeng (ZUNGA ZUNG, ZUNGA ZUNGA ZENG)
And my jams Method Man by Wu-Tang
Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my
When I grabs the mic I the sennn-sation
Flip the script a angry actor shake or poke ya
wet ya with my supa-soaka
Cuz I display my strong flow
I in the sleeper like Chief Jay Strongbow

HEYYA, HEYYA, HO

Pass the peice of steel to the one
And let me it
With a new style few pile and bits
hits
Like this here
So down clown
When I around
I'm not happy slappy, walkin with a frown
Get down, get down the rhythm in your ear
And out the sound from here
To
If don't work, things get steep and deep
I'm in the streets
And I'm playin for
For now I crack heads, but don't mistake me for a rock
Keep my ceasar, instead of a nasty tight lock
get me fed
End up
Cuz I'm
Choppin you down is the route I might go
And that
For all my enemies and my
Pronto,

Pronto, nigga yours
All a could do for me is
Eat dick and her drawers
Pronto, nigga gimme
All a bitch do for me is
Eat dick and her drawers
Pronto, gimme yours
All a could do for me is
Eat and drop her drawers
Pronto, nigga gimme
All a could do for me is
Eat and drop her drawers

In L.I.P
is how we be
Snappin
Stashin
And on the pussy
Neva with tha hoes cuz the hoes is screamin
Buff my nut I beep on my Khalid Muhammad tapes
Done, now I'm thru her crib in my undies
Honie in the back screamin roll bundi
Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the
I'm orphan annie, hon, see ya tomorrow,
Time to pick up Chad, Ha and ism, damn, oh no
I'm low
Go to willis avenue and jamaican J
I'd pay him tuesday for a bag of boom today
You got the boom, over
I'm the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller
Cha pass to chad to the Y-O-G
We takin part of this to Dr. Dre on Dee
It's like yo (THAT YO)
that yo (THAT YO)
And if you ask what's in mouth, it's my fat ballz, yo
legit the ill shit's neccessary
To make you dance ya ass off like Fred "Rerun"
much a love bug like Herbie
I got crazy game, kerbie,

You got crazy game and I got gats
And we like a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
It's the one and only, one
That niggas strung
By the flip of a lip, by the
Of a
Couldn't care less if the blew up
But I wanna blow up it blows
flows
Of
Which a difference
In my existence
Causin me to go the distance
But back to a simple and type format
As I stomp on comp just like a
type stuff's under lock and key (key)
Chad is a ruff as can be (be)
Now how can that be, well let's go figa
Ruffa than son of sam with a trigga
Ruffa than a criminal a liquor swigga
Ruffa than the voice on that kid Digga
So toodaloo, ta-ta,
This here shit is type

Pronto, nigga yours
All a could do for me is
Eat and drop her drawers
Pronto, nigga gimme
All a bitch do for me is
Eat dick and her drawers
Pronto, gimme yours
All a could do for me is
Eat and drop her drawers