Luyện nghe bài hát Strange

The strangest, straight

(Strawn Jay)

Uh, Midwest side, hit Bombay

get it on, raps new phenomenon
Hit 'em up with the flippers and rupture your
Me calm down, never you say me song like butt
You say, I'm washed up? Nigga, what, what,

is when I kick, kick it with this rhythmic syphilis
Fuck dem 9 rhymes, make 'em go blind every
On cannabis and it is not for the mini mind
But the mind of a gage

On stage minimum wage had me in a maximum rage
Page scrap, the velosoraptor of rap
See me, come like a pig in a bikini
Please, all know I be on my Q's and P's

Run D.M.C., I'm a deadly disease
High voltage, just a look at the psychosis
Deranged, I claimed the man's atrocious
Flows be constant, I from here to Wisconsin
My flow makes me jerk my Johnson

strange and I like it
He's
(All day all night)
the way he is
(Uh, this)

Tecca Nina, Nina
(Wassup?)
Why you so psycho?
(Couldn't tell ya baby, I'm makin' baby, flippin' hella baby)
(Ask your nearest teller, baby, strange)

Mushroom headed me prophetic
But slow motion makes me see life like a movie
The brother with the ganja stick
It'll get you if you let

Calm me, but no Aron Dante
Just call me the strange or Bombay
Distinguishing the kcuf from
hip hop comes this

Apocalypse got control of hips
A, beautimous, hella rap metamorphosis
MC corpsesis me
They found me jacuzzin' with my

up the Vega and get blowed
And to a spot with Biancs
Then bust hoes in olds
So different they kill me like they killed Bruce Lee

On the set, no shet
Saw my with bagets
Midwest flows, likes to sex those
Little wet flesh holes, brain frames
that plane Jane

He's and I like it
He's
(All day all night)
the way he is
(Uh, this)

Nina, Tecca Nina
(Wassup?)
Why you so psycho?
(Couldn't tell ya baby, I'm makin' rella baby, hella baby)
(Ask nearest fortune teller, baby, strange)

I can give a C-section
With a rusty jagged
Bungee wit 100 feet of
In front of my kids with no

Strange like Juliet Lewis
And Basset off in a casket
Trippin the 9
Get your mind blown like a gasket

Mizzery's in the house for the '99
Futuristic ladies love me a whole lot
demons try to do me Jew
They they wicked

So I bust 'em if you down with 3DQ
Who be you? Nina Tech, respect, Midwest
For life, grab a mic, and hurt you like a La' murder
The sound lab got my screwed

Ah shit, back words, this, kcuf, uoy, mub, now I'm cool
Pain givers, slang spitters, hang niggas, figures
No shame aim triggas, lame splitters, vein slitter, gang critters
Dame hitters, Wayne livers, narcotical strange

strange and I like it
He's
(All day all night)
the way he is
(Uh, this)

Tecca Nina, Nina
(Wassup?)
Why you so psycho?
(Couldn't tell ya baby, I'm rella baby, flippin' hella baby)
(Ask nearest fortune teller, baby, strange)