Luyện nghe bài hát What's That Smell

Baby,
(I say, "Lord, mercy")
is for all you dirty bitches out there
Suck up on this nuts
(I say, "Lord, mercy")

Say stop! Hey, that sound?
Everybody look goin' down
I'm everlastin', on a roll
I'm rockin' to the boat, steamin' matter tone

I ain't sayin' I'm God but you can this
Chances are if I'm a star, I'd be Mathis
On some smooth shit, I'd be gaming all the
Hitting Hugh Hefner with his Bunnies

the Sunday funnies, I'd be reading Doonesbury
See me after dark, love, be getting scary
I'll you like Carrie on the night of the prom
Let's keep it and calm, I'll start stroking your palm

Work my way up your arm, start your ear
Maybe, licking your lips, then pulling hair
Yeah, I freak the spasm to get the orgasm
And if my cramp, girl, I lick that stamp
I got it sewn love, so you ain't got no
Hold up, wait a second, my vision's gettin'

Stop, hey, what's that
Someone dust all up in my L
start sweatin' once the pockets swell
Let's it back fourteen billion cells

measures to say my rhymes
Too much of this dope need growth-type
Off a poet's tree, let me my leaves
off my roots and pull up my sleeves

Break a branchling wist
Lyrics for the
Yo fancy, shake chancy
Our transystem is MCs
I hymn-zen, then I'm

Pot smoke-seeds,
Seize it, I be on every ability
Of chaos, a higher form of
me virtually supreme ID

Reflectors and
At which my faster phrased
Super-lax, raps and MCs jump off wacks
and steers and still sees time stilt
I for Real Bill Divine, it's lyrical chill

I say, "Stop", hey, what's smell?
Someone laced all up in my L
Bitches start when the pockets swell
Let's take it back billion cells

Stop, hey, what's that
Someone laced all up in my L
Bitches sweatin' when the pockets swell
Let's take it back fourteen cells