Luyện nghe bài hát Wuditlooklike

Wuditlooklike, to all you bitches
And you punk ass out there
I'm talkin to you live WFDS
We're From the Side radio
about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker
But the just don't stop
As we take y'all fat roly-poly on another journey
To the

Wuditlooklike? When I off my sweat
Verbally I'm like Elliot Ness
To the best of my ability I any facility
And fuck the yellow cabs I buddha out deliveries
I'm just as high as the friendly skies
When I'm, open, you can't even see my eyes
the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed
Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be
I'm saggin my Karl
And two black guys I get busy like the L.I
Well I, swing it back and like a leaf
Without traffic I flow the B.Q.E
But I can pass straight out of first-class
Then leave em and puffin like first day at Lemans class
PPP, got the glocks and
And Def Squad got some fly shit on deck

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

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

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