Luyện nghe bài hát Winicumuhround

The got me, I knock 'em out the box then out socks
'Cause winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the
My block's hot, so all you got
When I'm done rockin', I leave you all doin' the Bus

My format spins wheels like Pat
I rub niggaz out like now hit the playback
Rrrwwhwoaah, out, roast 'em like cookouts
I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull books out

is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye
Starvin' since the of Kindergarten
When I dye my ashes, my coffin backwards
Blow up like the 4th of July, with half sticks

And on and on, to the of Rae-Dawn Chong
I'm 'Killin' You Softly' with this song, this bomb
I'm like the 'cause I Boogie Down
I'm representin' motherfucker, winicumuhround

Winicumuhround, watch yo nugget
(Aiyyo, yo, yo Redman, yo was last album)
fuck it, bust it
The top, notch, over your sess spots
Get dumb like a bag of jumps with red tops

Burn more steam than cleaners
I'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, a misdemeanor
I set it off
(Right, right)
I shot up your lights while you up in the heights

My lyrics starvin', my crew runs the mob
And the funk butter cup 'cause I'm a bastard at
I shake the over Cali when I'm spliffed up
Rock a up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter

Are you tuned in to my tunes it's
niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom
I'm accurate like Acura, my style's years maximum
Fuel-injected a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker

The way I get wreck y'all niggaz it mic check
I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Geotz
With a pad and a pen I funky images
That leave girl hemmoragin' for about two million
And three move along there's nothing to see here
If I wasn't nice motherfucker, I wouldn't be

Yeah, yeah, put inside a bracket
Def Squad's in the and motherfucker we can back it
Come test your for real with a bomb bang, boom bang
The sound makes your wet
With 'The Purple' on a freight train

The the conductor
Then take a trip to the motherfuckers
My funky pattern takes interludes around
I'm diesel than evil, meant evil like Sebastian

Don't try this at home kids, I zone with
And other type of MC's
So throw shit up in the sky
'Cause Redman's about to get live, one-two-five

I smoke 'High Times' magazines I lounge
And mics and cords is left
motherfucker