Luyện nghe bài hát Wuditlooklike

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

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

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The Funk Doctor Spock blow the through your box
I come than Treach, you bet about callin the cops
(this type of funk you don't hear on the regular)
Rock six seven eight nine ten (to ta)
Knew my style got more than Cocoon
Zoom your focus, I the mic and leave it smokin
When I'm vexed, my concepts like effect
Verbal communications blow to the ep
I'm robbin your with antilogical, phenomical
Suicidal with lethal type spread your nodules
Straight up the weight up I max like a beta
Boy I fuck your 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 tellin your psychologist

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Wuditlooklike suckers, motherfuckers
Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna me no love 'cause
They think I'm and like mentally sick
Ahhh, give em the then they quiver like fish, then I
Smoke a pound of 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 other shit, makes them other ship,
Funk ridiculous, inconspicous lyrics
A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's I from
Been gettin dumb, since Harlem World used to jump
And that's for all them hardrock niggaz comin in flocks
I off the glock for the hood and the block

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