Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

[ll j]
Get the fuck out of here, I'm ll
wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool

Yo what am i, an

'cause I bagged too
One bad mooley, and you can get pants,
I'm the g.o.a.t., what I wrote cause fire and
Think I started on the choir solo for the pope
your mama please, get up off her knees
You wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard
Toes *kriss krossed* she on j. dupris' team
Button sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus
A full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are
Now I'm lookin for washed up rapper that I can hire
You know some old nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him to fuck a girl in an interlude
You say I'm souped up, well, soup is good
So what I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is wrong
For so glowin, afro
hatin, jamaican rum sippin

[method
Kid burp on your girl buttcheeks

The honey had my like two red beets
I'm banannas, out of my mind they won't let me back in
'cause I was before the hype like dusty rhodes and bob backlund
Bruno samartino, staziak
Now the and stone cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster pluckin, when I'm cluckin
Wwf for when and where we fuckin

Yo kid


Yo,
Yo, ey,
Ey, ey,
Eh,

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm like menace ii
I roll through the thru like kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and too
See my boys down the ride patience too
Bricks, around, snorkel down
Maccaroni and cheese timbs out the orphan house
Transportin out, the in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen

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And them that ran...

My to get 'em
With the seekin flow wit, fo' antennas
Doc's da name, that's why y'all wit me
I'm change, the bums don't fuck with d
in 'em, carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen, I write a x was in 'em
grittin, I brawl wit a major league mitten

Where the at

Yo, yo, punk, m me wit him

Yo,
Ayo nigga,
Yo, yo, yo,
Yo dog,
Yo you heard,
Ayo you me, fuhgidabowdit
Yo nigga,

[method
Yo, be the cool j function, music get my blood pumpin
Down for whatever, usually means I'm up to somethin
Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the back
They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up,
You know my name, so no need for introduction
I'm mr. it all, so none of y'all can do me nothing
Bitch I'm grown, puffin on one and bone
Bet me and queen bee be swingin til the come
Backs get blown, trash get
In headlocks, from this view, I'm star jones
I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the

Yo, he use it as an now

Niggas can't or understand me, yeah
Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit draws
What's that shit, what shit, that on your lip
I can't smoke wit ya kid, but save ya the clip...

Ayo nigga,
Yo, what the fuck,
Yo,
Uh,
Ayo dog, [dmx growl]
Bitches stand me, fuhgidabowdit [dmx growl]
Still pullin out pennies, [dmx growl]

The shit I see every day brings to my eyes
How I holla at my niggas brings ears to my
Stick niggas for not knowin, teach 'em somethin
niggas talkin bout you from the streets you frontin
I liked you, and you, I don't know
So what the you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go
Mono on mono, nigga, I'm gon dust you
If you pick that afro, I'm gon bust you
like you was a lil nigga 'cause you is
And don't forget that gonna always love his kids
Crackin niggas got the nerve to why I rob, why
You will live while everybody else'll starve
That pretty shit is played, fuck what your hold
Break a nigga off somethin, watch a gain fo'
Now you somewhere cold, stiff as shit
And all riffin shit, mens will get you hit, bitch