Luyện nghe bài hát Winicumuhround

The hype's got me, I 'em out the box then out socks
'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 like Pat Sajak
I rub out like Ajax now hit the playback
Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast 'em cookouts
I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull books out

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

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

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

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

My lyrics starvin', my runs like the mob
And the butter cup 'cause I'm a bastard at robbin'
I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm up
Rock a fifth up, measure nine point oh on the Erichter

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

The way I get wreck y'all call it mic check
I'm vexed and if I got an itchy like Bernard Geotz
With a pad and a pen I funky images
That your girl hemmoragin' for about two million
And three years move along 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 with a bomb bang, boom bang
The sound your brains wet
With 'The Color Purple' on a train

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

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

I smoke 'High Times' magazines when I
And broken mics and is left
motherfucker