Luyện nghe bài hát Winicumuhround

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

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

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

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

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

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

My starvin', my crew runs like 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 it's boom
Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had
I'm accurate Acura, my style's ninety years maximum
Fuel-injected like a Maxima, motherfucker

The way I get wreck y'all call it mic check
I'm vexed and if I got an finger like Bernard Geotz
a pad and a pen I blend funky images
That leave your girl hemmoragin' for two million
And three years move 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 we can back it
Come test your skills for with a bomb bang, boom bang
The makes your brains wet
With Color Purple' on a freight train

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

Don't try at home kids, I zone with ET's
And alien type of MC's
So your shit 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
motherfucker