Luyện nghe bài hát Punch Drunk

You know I rock microphones like got back bones
And I'll roll on your show some biscuit dough
Yeah you steady bitin' styles off the next flow
Think your Jackson, but name ain't Bo
I'm only chicks fine as Madelyn Stone
Got a closet in my crib where the hydroponic
Act like you know, Lee the chronic
It ain't the season, the reason's economic
So pour the and tonic
the Tony Bennet
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 are winnin', then Spike Lee's grinnin'
So next I hit the spot Stretch Armstrong spinnin'
whiskeys to my favorite cuts
Watchin' all the earthpieces shake their
Some people think I'm nuts I act a little funny
But play me soft, I'll beat ya like ya stole money

Politickin' your chickens, it's time to get loose
(Sample: the wicked pain inflicted with the Mickey's deuce deuce)
Throw your in the air and shake your caboose
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I see a million ??? out on the bottle
The heavyweight champ never was a model
I keep it idle, with my B-boy
From Brooklyn all the way to Colorado
Yeah, someone play the lotto, kid, if you lucky
I'm not a toy, but I'll you down like Chucky
You must be buggin' I heard you want to buck me
You trippin', 'cause your woman wants to ??? me

Yo, we're par for the course when behind closed
You never go for yours when it the most
Ya like to, brag and boast, and drink and a toast
But ya don't come close kid, comin' up ghost
Plus you playin' high post you got ???
But your girl's on my jimmy tryin' to me besos
you vanish, kid that's spanish for kisses
I'm nuttin' up, I'm cuttin' up, the first man disses