Luyện nghe bài hát Kon Queso

Give it a sec for the to start
wreck right here, it ain't for the faint of heart
They thought saw the worst verse
From the team of G men who like nerds at first

Once get to know us people dig us
in the fight for equal rights for niggaz
Inventor of the more demented flow, doubt it
Just go for it, if you bout it it or rowdy, rowdy

Whatevers clever, the master
Who every heard of but now, ho, no
If we see tomorrow, the next day
The villain in the back the x-ray glasses

Have no fear, the here
em like the tinge in your ear from drinkin ginger beer
When it's on head gon' lay low
And heat it like beef patty, coco kon queso

If you say so lace the case load
They say he a metal mask in case his face show
He told em they is bitch talk and ayo's
His crew walk with pitchfork and halos

Say, ho, if you worked a J-O
And keep more cash then a stash in a
Okay, yo, y'all know who to
Tie em up in the and leave the place hollow

Oh, shoot the goose, loose
So you couldnt chase it down with straight fruit juice
Frown like the time you taste cous cous
the deuce deuce, troops askin truce, truce

Today on wreck week
We have the super in his own defense to speak
It's all part of my mental
Available to freaks and neck geeks

Train the same brain to a train of thought
On a trail he came to gain your support
Charge cash for a
Say some shit to your daughter laugh then slaughter the ass

Seem em on the big screen like McQueen
Do something and never be back once he leaves the
Keep more medicated pads than
For his own side wrecks with no side effects

you press charges use your noodle
So what when he the mic he scratch your cute cuticles
Keep your mouth shut, will be beautiful
It be often rude to you, now get back to your hooty hoo

it, it ain't worth the drama, can it
From the calm bandit eat rhymers pomegranate
Soon as he in he lit the room
Boom, reschedule my with Britt Hume

Doom in love Mary Jane, she's my main thing
Pulled her right from that web head, what a lame
Maintain and say it, spray it
You wanna see your girl again, you as well pay it

If I had a dime for every rhymer that guns
I'll a cool mil for my sons in trust funds
When I was than a broke dick dog
I always a L to smoke in thick fog

When it rain it sure do
I got more in the summer than musty underarms
One, two, checker
First to neck off a Home Ec homewrecker

is back when he was like crib age
When he hit the stage its a gauge to the rib cage
Break the mic like a rock star, a guitar
off the stage like, yee haw