Luyện nghe bài hát Winicumuhround

The hype's got me, I knock 'em out the box out socks
winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocks
My hot, so gimme all you got
When I'm done rockin', I you all doin' the Bus Stop

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

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

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

Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo
(Aiyyo, yo, yo Redman, yo that was album)
fuck it, bust it
The top, notch, look over your sess
Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red

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

My lyrics starvin', my crew runs the mob
And the funk cup 'cause I'm a bastard at robbin'
I the valleys 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 boom
Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had
I'm like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum
Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound

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

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

The devil's the
take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers
My funky pattern takes interludes Saturn
I'm diesel than evil, meant evil like Sebastian

try this at home kids, I zone with ET's
And other type of MC's
So throw your up in the sky
'Cause Redman's about to get live, one-two-five

I smoke Times' magazines when I lounge
And broken mics and is left
Winicumuhround