Luyện nghe bài hát Punch Drunk

You know I rock microphones like they got bones
And I'll roll on your like some biscuit dough
Yeah you bitin' styles off the next man's flow
Think your Jackson, but your ain't Bo
I'm only hittin' chicks as Madelyn Stone
Got a closet in my crib where the hydroponic
Act you know, Lee tokes the chronic
It ain't the season, the strictly economic
So pour the jinn and
the Tony Bennet
If ain't watchin', hon, I'm runnin' up in it
I make it hot and spicy like some rancheros
Then hit the Knick with my man Don Terros
And if the Knicks are winnin', then Lee's grinnin'
So next I hit the spot with Stretch Armstrong
whiskeys to my favorite cuts
Watchin' all the earthpieces their butts
Some think 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, time to get loose
(Sample: It's the wicked inflicted with the Mickey's deuce deuce)
your hands in the air and shake your caboose
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I see a ??? goin' out on the bottle
The heavyweight champ was a role model
I keep it idle, my B-boy bravado
From downtown Brooklyn all the way to
Yeah, someone play the lotto, kid, if you lucky
I'm not a toy, but I'll hunt you down like
You must be buggin' 'cause I you want to buck me
You just trippin', 'cause your wants to ??? me

Yo, we're par for the course when closed doors
You never go for yours when it matters the
Ya like to, brag and boast, and and make a toast
But ya come close kid, you're comin' up ghost
Plus you high post like you got ???
But your girl's on my jimmy to give me besos
you vanish, kid that's spanish for kisses
I'm nuttin' up, I'm cuttin' up, the first man disses