Luyện nghe bài hát Punch Drunk

You know I rock microphones like got back bones
And I'll roll on your show like some biscuit
Yeah you steady styles 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 you know, Lee tokes the chronic
It ain't the season, the strictly economic
So pour the jinn and
Punk the Bennet
If wifey ain't watchin', hon, I'm up in it
I make it hot and spicy some wavos rancheros
Then hit the Knick game with my man Don
And if the are winnin', then Spike Lee's grinnin'
So next I hit the spot Stretch Armstrong spinnin'
Sippin' whiskeys to my cuts
Watchin' all the earthpieces their butts
Some people think I'm nuts I act a little funny
But play me soft, I'll beat ya down ya stole money

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

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