Luyện nghe bài hát Rhythm N' Rhyme (Saint N' Klep Mix)

Bio

Sinna

Tha

Tryin' to sound like Mr. J all

Where's ya fuckin' mustard

Check like a physical

All mystical, balls glowin' crystals

Rippin' of Ghost

Yo Dj! Hit Meeeee!

It's Saint Sinna you forgot me
The Killa Dynasty, Purgatory Propechy
You wanna battle me? Ya emcee
You're like a calorie I you straight the fuck up offa me
I'm tryin' to kick a like no one else can Now whataya really know about the Triple Nut Clan?
A. Willster's what the bitches call me
'cause I ride it a porn star bitch, Tee-Hee
Now I'm to the rhythm of the mutha fuckin' beat
a monkey, ya momma swingin' off my meat
Runnin' down the street like a mutha fuckin God
Bouncin' a po-go stick on my fat rod
I needed a zone, a place I can roam
The CornField Ghetto the I call home
Now God made this he made Adam and Eve
as a joke he created me
Like a mutha fuckin' nomad I up sluts
Line'm up nuts on they fat butts
Aww shucks this sucks I no fucks
I run around bathtubs like King Tut
I spit acid, but I drink battery acid
I to skinny dip covered in blood in Lake Placid
Aw get three nuts tea-baggin' ya chin
Leave you like a piece of art cum on ya grin

Movin' to the rhythm of the mutha fuckin
Bio Killaz, knockin bitches off feet
N' Rhyme, Rhythm N' Rhyme
Bio Killaz, slappin' bitches they meat
to the rhythm of the mutha fuckin beat
Bio Killaz, knockin bitches off they
Rhythm N' Rhyme, N' Rhyme
Bio Killaz, off Ghost Fleet

Yo, I be the Saint kickin' this flow my niggo Klepto

Yeah we stole this shit, whutcha do about it?

Walker, BOOM-SHAKA-LAKA
Yes, I ya shit but I switched it up mutha fucka
I'm not Ghost Fleet, movin' to the beat
time! "She Loved Tha Klepto's Meat"
Inside joke ya'll, and here anotha
the "Alright Button" and go to work on that mutha fucka
Fuck, why the fuck, do I say fuck so much?
Fuck it, and check it as I get in
With my side, the old "Tuck and Hide"
Can't see my dick, ya it's Rhythm N' Rhyme
Proffessor Poop, chillax and tip a
Stinkin' muthafucka in the atmosphere raise the fuck up here
I'm a nice guy like John Wayne Gacy
Dirty Dancin' Bumpin' like Patrick Swayze
Herpeghonasyphallaids gotcha ass
Well if we fuck the next time around
It'd be like rubbin' ya on a light socket
Run up, ya nipples like "Who Rock It?"
Through ya out the vinder, then on ya butthole
a nut in ya brown eye, lookin' like a Swiss Cake Roll
Tha Klepto repasentin' with a bag mask
Kinda smells ass but I like it, don't ask
song influenced me 'cause it's so fuckin' phat
To drink a W-D-40 and my own asscrack

Movin' to the rhythm of the mutha beat
Bio Killaz, emcee's off the street
Rhythm N' Rhyme, Rhythm N'
Bio Killaz, tea-bag ya ya sleep
Movin' to the rhythm of the fuckin beat
Bio Killaz, slappin ya momma our meat
Rhythm N' Rhyme, N' Rhyme
Bio Killaz, rippin' off Ghost

Movin' to the rhythm of the fuckin beat
Bio Killaz, quick to up the heat
Rhythm N' Rhyme, Rhythm N'
Bio Killaz, leavin' cum on ya sheet
to the rhythm of the mutha fuckin beat
Bio Killaz, knockin outcha
Rhythm N' Rhyme, N' Rhyme
Bio Killaz, of the Ghost Fleet