Luyện nghe bài hát Strange

The strangest, straight

(Strawn Jay)

Uh, side, hit that Bombay

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mushroom headed keeps me
But that slow motion me see life like a movie
The Bombay brother with the stick
It'll get you if you let

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

Apocalypse got control of hips
A, it's beautimous, hella rap
MC around me
They me jacuzzin' with my sorceresses

Fire up the and get blowed
And to a spot with Biancs
Then hoes in their olds
So different they wanna kill me like they killed Lee

What? On the set, no
Saw my Bianc bagets
flex flows, likes to sex those
Little wet holes, insane brain frames
that plane Jane

He's 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' rella baby, hella baby)
(Ask your fortune teller, baby, strange)

I can give a C-section
a rusty jagged weapon
Bungee wit 100 of slack
In of my kids with no discretion

Strange days like Juliet
And Angela Basset off in a
with the 9
Get your mind blown a head gasket

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

So I 'em if you ain't down with 3DQ
Who be Nina Tech, respect, Midwest Side
For life, grab a mic, and hurt you like a La' murder
The sound lab got my screwed

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

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

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