Luyện nghe bài hát Strike A Nerve

(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was bitch in a seminar
Talkin' 'bout you, had to get up to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherfuckers said, you couldn't wax that dirty bitch
So y'all?
(Strike a nerve)

I get my dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho"
Shit, shaved and a day, then I must go
Ugh, is Everyday All Day, let's all say
Pluckin' and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up always

Bet, talk about a back flash, ya jackass
fast you flash witta match, your fast rap
And even though you didn't me before the flow solo
It's no slow way to go, bolos I or sold

Let's pick a bitch to pick with
I see you through crew, now whatchu wanna do?
After that, caps off to the frost
My pants sag 'cause I rap my ass off

You wanna about a badboy 'Sanchoi'
I'm bad as they come, chum, and nasty [Incomprehensible]
To Vin and KayGee, I'm the baby
Droppin' the ladies, cravin' ya maybe, I have the to be lazy

Got stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing
The flavor is bacon and cravin', is ice cream
I'm too trucked to be and too live, otherwise
Ya by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed

Runnin' and comin', drama wit a stellar
I need so many lumps, I'll use head as a braille book
friends ships ink, quick, fast
It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your tired ass

You tried to this way, you little swifty
Ha, ha, ha, bitches still miss me
I do the dumpin', humpin', like thunder
And comin' from a land down under

Yo, I'm of dis shit, man
Niggas to cut, they rocks none
(Strike a nerve)
Yo, tryin' to make us drop
Vin Rock sayin' he don't enough
Yo, kick shit

Prepare for the worst 'cause I livin' lose
I wouldn't just a fuck 'cause givin' is free and my fuck's cost
[Incomprehensible] your loss in The 'cause I know no way
I been there before, 5-6 times a day

Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I'm done,
And wondered to myself did dat def shit come from?
And then I think about the Naughty and the in it
And then the Flavor, then the figures, I'm flowin' wit it

So I won't up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
You can't touch this, fuck what throats written
I got tracks, better as snaps, far forbidden
And the do, I know, I know how to make ya feel it

take a head, I'll make ya spread and now lay back
I you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don't play that
So don't start, there be none is the lesson, folks
I hate cigarettes but my smokes

anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's right
Who you bashin'? I go in broad daylight
You stand hard, you hard, yeah, your figure's soft
I got nuff props from buckshots that caught

Ya say you can't go to the me out close
Huh, in that case, you named your album 'Almost'
I wouldn't on the try if I was you, yo
'Cause I'm turnin' into 'Oh, oh's' and 'Hell no's'

I wouldn't be caught dead up in tryin' it
And if I was goin', I get my ass up and rip shit
I can't go out like a wooden sock with
I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy like spots
I write a day, to me it's a caper
Say so much shit, huh, I write my on toilet paper

Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature,
(Strike a nerve)
right, so everybody sleepin' on the up, stay off of my dick
(Strike a nerve)
We're gonna stomp this around, word up
(Strike a nerve)

Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and
Mrs. Happy is in the back, catchin' quarters
Come and try to run wit it, in a lifetime
Thirty could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine

I heard your havin' a baby, now will what she have?
A bag of dope, a or crack or a sess bag
There a part of me with 'Sorry' written on it, slick
You couldn't a crooked cradle, you fuckin' prick

The way I could shit, you just often like it
My so fat, I had to throw it on a water diet
Bullshit, ya not, I ain't the type to be with
Wreckin' with and if I mic attest it, be neckin' it

at an encore, you stinkin' rat
You're so dumb, you tried to buy a fuckin' cap
Now that us in a sec, right where your head is at
In between some bitch's legs, ass and lap

My is Treach, remember this and don't you ever 'fess
That's a shame, I get two just to say, "Next"
Fuck, who you, you and them could help each other
I you both like any other motherfuckin' runner
This is the Flavor, although sugar-free
So have a Coke, a smile and have a booger, G

Why? you don't mean shit to me
I'ma take you [Incomprehensible] good shit's meant to be
I a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
more shit than white castles and neck slacks

A to me is just a chance to rock, G
I rock and rock, goddamn, call me
It's just what the fuck I'm talkin'
I say one thing and your whole walkin' out

So do the lyric here, this is one less
If I you, I'd take and throw 'em on his fuckin' neck
Something flow should come straight from the horse's mouth
Mr. Ed's dead, so his ass is the way out

Shit, man for hire, this is the law
I run tracks than a San Francisco trolley car
for the winter, oh, yeah
I could write your fuckin' album and you'll soon be the one there

I start to heat up and rip in one, see
You couldn't get it hard, if the eyes were on Broad
So don't you never tell me, I'm not good enough
I got more stuff than a bear, from ass to gut
This is a solid, you never outlast
If bullshit was worth a dime, have a job in a cow's ass