Luyện nghe bài hát Winicumuhround

The hype's got me, I knock 'em out the box then out
winicumuhround, niggaz skate like 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 Ajax now hit the playback
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 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 Rae-Dawn
I'm 'Killin' You Softly' with song, with this bomb
I'm like the Bronx I Boogie Down
I'm representin' Jersey motherfucker,

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

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

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

Are you tuned in to my tunes it's
Y'all niggaz see me if y'all had zoom
I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety maximum
Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound

The way I get y'all niggaz 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 leave your girl for about two million
And three years move along there's to see here
If I wasn't nice motherfucker, I be here

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

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

try this at home kids, I zone with ET's
And alien type of MC's
So throw your up in the sky
'Cause about to get live, like one-two-five

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