Luyện nghe bài hát Winicumuhround

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

My format spins wheels like Pat
I rub niggaz out like now hit the playback
Rrrwwhwoaah, out, roast 'em like cookouts
I'm out, all you MC's, pull 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, flip my 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 with this song, with this bomb
I'm like the 'cause 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 over sess spots
Get dumb like a whole bag of with red tops

more steam 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 funk butter cup 'cause I'm a at robbin'
I the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up
a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter

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

The way I get wreck y'all niggaz call it mic
I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger Bernard Geotz
a pad and a pen I blend funky images
That leave girl hemmoragin' for about 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 a bracket
Def Squad's in the and motherfucker we can back it
test your skills for real with a bomb bang, boom bang
The sound your brains wet
With 'The Color Purple' on a freight

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

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

I 'High Times' magazines when I lounge
And broken and cords is left
motherfucker