Luyện nghe bài hát Wuditlooklike

Wuditlooklike, to all you bitches
And you punk ass out there
I'm talkin to you live from
We're the Dark Side radio
It's about two thousand degrees down motherfucker
But the funk just don't
As we take y'all fat roly-poly asses on journey
To the

Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my
I'm untouchable like Elliot Ness
To the best of my ability I any facility
And fuck the cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries
I'm as high as the fuckin friendly skies
When I'm, open, you can't see my chinky eyes
the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed
Then I wet it, you be like -- that shit be soaked
I'm my Karl Kani
And two black when I get busy like the L.I
Well I, swing it back and forth a leaf
Without traffic I like the B.Q.E
But I can pass niggaz straight out of
Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at class
PPP, got the and techs
And Def Squad always got some fly on deck

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The Doctor Spock blow the watt through your box
I come hotter than Treach, you bet about the cops
Because (this of funk you don't hear on the regular)
six seven eight nine ten (to eleven ta)
Knew my style got more powers Cocoon
Zoom focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin
When I'm vexed, my wreck like effect
Verbal communications to the next ep
I'm robbin your with antilogical, phenomical
with lethal type funk spread your nodules
Straight up the weight up plus I max a beta
Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's up
The verbalist, vocalist
I get open with, puttin on the fake soloist
My style reachin down Ike, switch up like dykes and
You'll be tellin your psychologist

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Wuditlooklike suckers, motherfuckers
Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna show me no 'cause
They think I'm and like mentally sick
Ahhh, em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I
a pound of herb a day, and yo
Some say, I'm the Mack like Maceo
I be that I just beez the funk disease
That MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed
The funkindominal, I bring to any rendezvous
three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through
That shit, makes them other ship, flip
ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics
A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I
Been gettin dumb, every since Harlem World to jump
And for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks
I bust off the glock for the hood and the

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