Luyện nghe bài hát Winicumuhround

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

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

is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye
Starvin' the days of Kindergarten
I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards
Blow up like the 4th of July, with half 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 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 over sess spots
Get dumb like a bag of jumps with red tops

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

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

Are you tuned in to my it's boom
Y'all couldn't see me if y'all had zoom
I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety maximum
like 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 blend funky
That leave your girl hemmoragin' for two million
And years move along there's nothing to see here
If I nice motherfucker, I wouldn't be here

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

The the conductor
Then take a trip to the darkside
My funky pattern interludes around Saturn
I'm more diesel than evil, meant evil like

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

I smoke 'High Times' magazines I lounge
And mics and cords is left
motherfucker