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' styles off the next man's
Think Jackson, but your name ain't Bo
I'm only hittin' chicks fine as Madelyn
Got a closet in my crib the hydroponic grow
Act like you know, Lee the chronic
It the season, the reason's strictly economic
So the jinn and tonic
the Tony Bennet
If wifey watchin', hon, I'm runnin' up in it
I make it hot and like some wavos rancheros
Then hit the game with my man Don Terros
And if the Knicks are winnin', Spike Lee's grinnin'
So next I hit the spot with Armstrong spinnin'
whiskeys to my favorite cuts
Watchin' all the earthpieces shake butts
Some people think I'm 'cause I act a little funny
But play me soft, I'll ya down like ya stole money

Politickin' with your chickens, it's time to get
(Sample: It's the wicked inflicted with the Mickey's deuce deuce)
Throw your hands in the air and shake caboose
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I see a ??? goin' out on the bottle
The heavyweight champ never was a role
I keep it idle, my B-boy bravado
From downtown Brooklyn all the way to
Yeah, someone 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 heard you want to me
You just trippin', 'cause your woman to ??? me

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