Luyện nghe bài hát Pronto

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

And i'll get nastier than Florida Evans brownin

Gives the sign like Jimmy Snuka
And have ya head bobbin like a Hunts hooker
I'm in there like
Oh
No
And when I my bows, you'd think my name 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 angry shake or poke ya
wet ya with my supa-soaka
Cuz when I display my strong
I in the sleeper like Chief Jay Strongbow

HEYYA, HEYYA, HO

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

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

In L.I.P
is how we be
Snappin
Stashin
And on the pussy
Neva tha hoes cuz the hoes is screamin rape
Buff my nut while I beep on my Khalid Muhammad
Done, now I'm walkin her crib in my undies
Honie in the back room roll bundi
Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the
I'm annie, hon, see ya tomorrow, tomorrow
Time to up Chad, Ha and some ism, damn, oh no
I'm low
Go to willis avenue and jamaican J
I'd gladly pay him for a bag of boom today
You got the boom, it's
I'm the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller
Cha pass to chad to the Y-O-G
We takin part of 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
Crazy legit the ill neccessary
To make you ya ass off like Fred "Rerun" Berry
Very much a love bug like
I got game, kerbie, kerbie

You got crazy game and I got crazy
And we slam a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
the one and only, only one
That niggas strung
By the flip of a lip, by the
Of a
care less if the world blew up
But I wanna up before it blows
flows
Of
Which a difference
In my existence
me to go the long distance
But back to a simple style and format
As I stomp on just like a doormat
This type stuff's under and key (key)
is a ruff as ruff can be (be)
Now how ruff can that be, let's go figa
Ruffa than son of sam a slam trigga
Ruffa than a criminal takin a swigga
Ruffa than the voice on that kid Lord
So toodaloo, ta-ta,
This here shit is Pronto

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