Luyện nghe bài hát Winicumuhround

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

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

Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn Marvin Gaye
Starvin' since the days of
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 Chong
I'm 'Killin' You Softly' with this song, this bomb
I'm like the Bronx I Boogie Down
I'm Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround

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

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

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
Rock a fifth up, that measure nine oh on the Erichter

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

The way I get wreck y'all niggaz it mic check
I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger 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 your skills for real with a bomb bang, bang
The sound makes brains wet
With Color Purple' on a freight train

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

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

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