Luyện nghe bài hát Winicumuhround

The hype's got me, I knock 'em out the box out socks
'Cause winicumuhround, niggaz skate the rocks
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 niggaz out like Ajax now hit the
Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast 'em cookouts
I'm smoked out, all you MC's, your books out

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

And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn
I'm You Softly' with this song, with this bomb
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)
Aiyyo fuck it, it
The top, notch, look over your sess
Get dumb a whole 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 lights you caught up in the heights

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

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

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

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

The the conductor
Then a trip to the darkside motherfuckers
My funky pattern takes interludes around
I'm more diesel than evil, evil like Sebastian

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

I smoke 'High Times' when I lounge
And broken mics and cords is
motherfucker