Luyện nghe bài hát Wuditlooklike

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

Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my
Verbally I'm untouchable like Ness
To the best of my ability I any facility
And the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries
I'm just as high as the 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, then you be like -- shit be soaked
I'm saggin my Karl
And two black guys when I get 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 straight out of first-class
Then leave em huffin and puffin first day at Lemans class
PPP, got the glocks and
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on

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The Funk Doctor blow the watt through your box
I come hotter than Treach, you bet about the cops
Because (this type of 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 drop the mic and it smokin
I'm vexed, my concepts wreck like effect
Verbal communications blow to the ep
I'm robbin brains with antilogical, phenomical
Suicidal with lethal type spread your nodules
Straight up the weight up plus I max a beta
Boy I fuck your head up 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 psychologist wuditlooklike

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Wuditlooklike suckers, punk
Bitches be actin funny, don't show me no love 'cause
They 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 like Maceo
I don't be I just beez the funk disease
That leave MC's, like Sam Sneed
The funkindominal, I bring drama to any
Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, through
That other shit, makes them ship, flip
Funk ridiculous, with lyrics
A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I
Been gettin dumb, since Harlem World used to jump
And that's for all them hardrock that's comin in flocks
I bust off the glock for the hood and the

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