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 doo-doo brownin

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

HEYYA, HEYYA, HO

Pass the peice of to the one Chadio
And let me it
With a new style few peices and bits
Into
Like this here
So calm clown
When I come
I'm not slappy, walkin town with a frown
Get down, get down the rhythm in your ear
And peep out the from here
To
If this don't work, things get and deep
I'm in the streets
And I'm playin for
For now I heads, but don't mistake me for a white rock
Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a nasty lock
get me fed
End up
Cuz I'm
Choppin you is the route that I might go
And goes
For all my and my foes
Pronto,

Pronto, nigga gimme
All a could do for me is
Eat dick and her drawers
Pronto, nigga yours
All a bitch do for me is
Eat dick and drop her
Pronto, nigga yours
All a bitch 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
checks
And next on the
Neva with tha hoes cuz the hoes is rape
Buff my nut while I beep on my Khalid tapes
Done, now I'm walkin thru her crib in my
Honie in the back room screamin bundi
Cuz when I da boots, the horror, the horror
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 and tell jamaican J
I'd gladly pay him tuesday for a bag of boom
You got the boom, it's
I'm the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller
Cha pass to pass to the Y-O-G
We takin part of this to Dr. Dre on Dee
like that yo (THAT YO)
Like yo (THAT YO)
And if you ask what's in your mouth, my fat ballz, yo
legit the ill shit's neccessary
To make you dance ya ass off Fred "Rerun" Berry
Very a love bug like Herbie
I got game, kerbie, kerbie

You got game and I got crazy gats
And we like a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
It's the one and only, one
That leaves strung
By the flip of a lip, by the
Of a
Couldn't care less if the world up
But I wanna up before it blows
Thru
Of
Which make a
In my everyday
Causin me to go the long
But back to a style and type format
As I on comp just like a doormat
type stuff's under lock and key (key)
Chad is a as ruff can be (be)
Now how ruff can be, well let's go figa
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,
This here shit is Pronto

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