Luyện nghe bài hát Winicumuhround

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

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

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

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

more steam 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 butter cup 'cause I'm a bastard at robbin'
I shake the valleys Cali when I'm spliffed up
a fifth 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 accurate Acura, my style's ninety 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 your girl hemmoragin' for two million
And three years move there's nothing to see here
If I wasn't motherfucker, I wouldn't be here

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

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

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

I 'High Times' magazines when I lounge
And mics and cords is left
Winicumuhround