Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

Get the out of here, I'm LL Cool
wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
Yo am I, an animal?
I bagged your's too

One bad mooley, and you can get pants,
I'm the goat, what I wrote 'cuz fire and
Think I started on the choir solo for the Pope
Tell your mama please, get up off her

You wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet like collard greens
Toes krossed like she on J. Dupris' team
Button your up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her

Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are
Now I'm lookin' for some washed up rapper that I can
You know old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him fifteen hundred to fuck a girl in an

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
hatin', Jamaican rum sippin'

Kid burp on your girl butt cheeks
The honey had my nuts two red beets
I'm bananas, out of my mind they won't let me back in
'Cuz I was down before the hype Dusty Rhodes and Bob Backlund

Bruno Samartino, Stan
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite
The top pluckin', chickens when I'm cluckin'
WWF stands for and Where we Fuckin'

Fuhgidabowdit, yo kid
Fuhgidabowdit,
Yo,
Yo, ey,
Ey, ey,
Eh,

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm Menace II Society
I roll through the drive like Kane
Jack you for the and chicken wings, and datin's too
See my boys down the ride patience too

Bricks, walk around, snorkel
Macaroni and cheese Timbs broke out the house
Transportin' out, the in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the dinners

And niggas that ran
My to get 'em
With the heat flow wit, fo' antennas
Doc's Da Name, why y'all fuck wit me
I'm change, the bums don't fuck with D

Objective in 'em, Carlo inspection
the pen, I write like a X was in 'em
Teeth grittin', I wit a major league mitten
Where the at
Yo, yo, punk, M me wit him

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

Yo, be the Cool J function, music get my blood pumpin'
Down for whatever, which usually means I'm up to
Who owe me somethin', niggas in the back frontin'
They cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion

You know my name, so no need for introduction
I'm Mr. Done it all, so of y'all can do me nothin'
I'm grown, puffin' on that one and bone
Bet me and Bee be swingin' '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

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

Fuhgidabowdit, ayo nigga,
Yo, the fuck, Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, Fuhgidabowdit, uh,
Ayo dog,
Bitches stand me, Fuhgidabowdit
pullin' out pennies, Fuhgidabowdit

The shit I see every day brings to my eyes
How I holla at my brings ears to my cries
Stick for not knowin', then teach 'em somethin'
Bitch niggas '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, whatever nigga, I'm gon you
If you can't that afro, I'm gon bust you

like you was a 'lil nigga 'cuz you is
And don't forget daddy's gonna always love his kids
Crackin' niggas got the to wonder why I rob, why
You guys will live everybody else'll starve

That pretty shit is played, fuck what name hold
a nigga off somethin', watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you somewhere cold, stiff as shit
And all that riffin' shit, mens will get you hit,