Luyện nghe bài hát Sun Doobie

"Get for your money, when you fuck with Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."

Ortiz]
As as I got my pen I don't need a friend
We got ears that we each'll lend each other, my brother hollered at me again
He said he tired of all the lyin, and
dick-ridin the providin on every beat but when
I do it it's stupid, I bruise it a bad bitch
I lose it, my a movement and they just mad stiff
I told 'em it's in this pad lift
Point 'em out and I will him, with an ad lib
See the is (what) I'm a bastard
How can I not be (Macho, Man)? I'm a (Savage)
In the past I was passive, now I'm mad
I'm spazzin, you get an Adidas classic yo' ass is

Da 5'9"]
Eh-eh, eh-eh, Nickel the one at all
Snatch your vocal chords out plug 'em in my wall
You a knife at a gun fight, our is raw
You a square, silverware in a civil war
The Slaughterhouse wolf pack, riders the moon
The reason you itchin wit'cha lighter your spoon
I'm a lover, the bustin is old to me
You put your head in her butt, I headbutt the
God dipped me in war paint for all
I'm Mr. spill the liquor on my alcohol
No need to ride with nobody, I the heat can help me
Your jean's skinnier than Em is when he eatin healthy,

WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, Shaaady!
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
{"Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."}

[Joe
Outnumbered, outspoken,
outrageous odds and outlasted
Outlandish, so I learned to 'em
I outsmart 'em, 'em, I outdid 'em
Cream, out-bid 'em, can't out-spit him
(You could) Keep sleepin, wet dream is out with him
(See) Do a lil' yoga, a lil' sutra
Steakhouse nigga, to be a Ramen Noodler
Heavy on B and E's, was a intruder
Pumped a Ruger, called me con and loser
I suggest you and your regroup (why?)
Bet against it, and probably recoup - out!

I]
I point a pistol at mamma mia
I'm sick as Tyson in the ring at the Colosseum with
Fuck a rapper, my clapper as Muhammadiya
Fuck you R&B bitches, shut up! You not
(Ha ha!) When Mr. Porter a piano
Producers may wanna order ammo
I'm a corner reporter
Your boy wasn't born with a quarter poor as a whore and I'm an aura
It's sorta Soprano; look
We reinvent the wheel to have a (Good Year) - and y'all
We Tyler Perry mixed with Everlast
The House of Payne/Pain, gang nigga!