Luyện nghe bài hát Winicumuhround

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

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

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

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

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

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

My lyrics starvin', my crew runs the mob
And the butter cup 'cause I'm a bastard at robbin'
I shake the valleys Cali when I'm spliffed up
Rock a fifth up, that 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 accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years
Fuel-injected a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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