Luyện nghe bài hát Pronto

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

And i'll get nastier than Florida Evans brownin

Gives the peace like Jimmy Snuka
And have ya head bobbin like a Hunts Point
I'm in like swimwear
Oh
No
And when I shoot my bows, you'd think my was Riddick
Zunga zung, zunga zunga zeng (ZUNGA ZUNG, 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 like a actor shake or poke ya
wet ya with my supa-soaka
Cuz when I display my strong
I gotcha in the sleeper like Jay Strongbow

HEYYA, HEYYA, HO

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

Pronto, nigga yours
All a bitch do for me is
Eat and drop her drawers
Pronto, nigga yours
All a bitch do for me is
Eat dick and her drawers
Pronto, nigga yours
All a could do for me is
Eat and drop her drawers
Pronto, nigga yours
All a could do for me is
Eat dick and 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 walkin thru her crib in my
Honie in the room screamin roll bundi
Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the
I'm annie, hon, see ya tomorrow, tomorrow
Time to pick up Chad, Ha and ism, damn, oh no
I'm low
Go to avenue and tell jamaican J
I'd gladly pay him tuesday for a bag of today
You got the boom, over
I'm the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller
Cha pass to chad pass to the
We part of this to Dr. Dre on Sister Dee
It's like yo (THAT YO)
Like 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"
Very much a love bug Herbie
I got crazy game, kerbie,

You got crazy and I got crazy gats
And we slam like a ram (so brotha step back)
the one and only, only one
That leaves strung
By the of a lip, by the flung
Of a
Couldn't care less if the world up
But I blow up before it blows
Thru
Of
make a difference
In my existence
me to go the long distance
But back to a style and type format
As I stomp on comp just like a
This type under lock and key (key)
Chad is a as ruff can be (be)
Now how ruff can that be, well let's go
Ruffa son of sam with a slam trigga
Ruffa than a criminal takin a swigga
Ruffa than the on that kid Lord Digga
So toodaloo, ta-ta,
here shit is type Pronto

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