Luyện nghe bài hát Punch Drunk

You I rock microphones like they got back bones
And I'll roll on your show some biscuit dough
Yeah you steady bitin' off the next man's flow
Think your Jackson, but name ain't Bo
I'm only hittin' fine as Madelyn Stone
Got a closet in my where the hydroponic grow
Act like you know, Lee tokes the
It ain't the season, the reason's economic
So pour the jinn and
Punk the Tony
If ain't watchin', hon, I'm runnin' up in it
I make it hot and spicy like some rancheros
hit the Knick game with my man Don Terros
And if the Knicks are winnin', then Lee's grinnin'
So next I hit the spot Stretch Armstrong spinnin'
Sippin' whiskeys to my cuts
all the earthpieces shake their butts
Some people I'm nuts 'cause I act a little funny
But play me soft, I'll beat ya down ya stole money

Politickin' with your chickens, it's to get loose
(Sample: It's the wicked pain inflicted with the Mickey's deuce)
Throw your hands in the air and shake your
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I see a million ??? out on the bottle
The heavyweight champ was a role model
I it idle, with my B-boy bravado
From Brooklyn all the way to Colorado
Yeah, play the lotto, kid, if you feel lucky
I'm not a toy, but I'll hunt you down Chucky
You must be buggin' 'cause I you want to buck me
You just trippin', 'cause your woman to ??? me

Yo, we're par for the when behind closed doors
You go for yours when it matters the most
Ya like to, brag and boast, and and make a toast
But ya don't close kid, you're comin' up ghost
Plus you playin' high post you got ???
But your girl's on my jimmy tryin' to me besos
Before you vanish, kid that's spanish for
I'm nuttin' up, I'm cuttin' up, the first man disses