Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

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

Yo what am i, an

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

man]
Kid I'll burp on your girl

The honey had my nuts 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 rock and stone cold are my favorite
The top rooster pluckin, chickens I'm cluckin
Wwf stands for when and we fuckin

Yo kid


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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm like ii society
I roll through the drive thru kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and too
See my down the ride crack patience too
Bricks, walk around, down
Maccaroni and timbs broke out the orphan house
out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle the frozen dinners

[method
And them that ran...

My to get 'em
With the seekin flow wit, fo' antennas
Doc's da name, why y'all fuck wit me
I'm pocket change, the bums don't with d
Objective in 'em, 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 hear me,
Yo nigga,

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

Yo, he use it as an now

Niggas can't stand or understand me,
Either or, funky headhunter comanchees wit shitty draws
What's that shit, what shit, shit 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, fuhgidabowdit [dmx
can't stand me, fuhgidabowdit [dmx growl]
Still pullin out pennies, fuhgidabowdit 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
Bitch niggas talkin bout you the streets you frontin
I never you, and you, I don't know
So what the fuck you 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
Walkin you was a lil nigga 'cause you is
And forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
Crackin got the nerve to wonder why I rob, why
You guys will live while else'll starve
That pretty shit is played, fuck what your hold
Break a nigga off somethin, watch a gain fo'
Now you layin cold, stiff as shit
And all riffin shit, mens will get you hit, bitch