Luyện nghe bài hát Alkaholik

It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I let go
Niggaz knocked out is part of my show
Let 'em know who they fuckin' with yo, a wrangler
Triangular, the hillside strangler

Dangle a, by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk ass go, out below
It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go
We not fuckin' around

Stuck in the ground, fitted a suit in a pine box
With my fresh pressed in a slingshot
So heat box all day in a face
And all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda

Call it what you wanna it
I'm a fuckin'
Bring it if you really it
Ain't gotta put no on it

Call it what you call it
I'm a alkaholik
Bring it if you want it
Ain't gotta put no on it

Yo, I'm in the zone and lyrically
Got the blown, boom, Oklahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who me
My underground cats on dune buggies

I be the type to your watch and flaunt it
T.Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it
Yo, I a nigga head till his neck pop
Do a to a "black cop"

X and E's, out for
Get the money, while you broker than Al Bundy
Uhh, it to y'all, in any given Sunday
With J. name the spot, make it hot

(I hate E so much now)
it down hooker bounce
Come off the ropes J.Snooka
Two fly you can't fuck widdit
Backed by bar, so y'all forget it

it what you wanna call it
I'm a alkaholik
it if you really want it
Ain't put no extras on it

Call it what you call it
I'm a alkaholik
Bring it if you really it
gotta put no extras on it

J McEnroe, cam smashin', crashin'
I eat MCs a ration
I'm niggaz in they goatees
I leave you stiffer that fool on my basketball trophies

I'm in the with 10 G's, countin' ten G's
we need a bag of weed
(can you it?)
Now we need ten dimes to blow on deez like wind
Time to the blinds 'cause you all in mines

I bought a bottle for the session and did not it
so much captain Mo' all I need is a parrot
You took the alkaholik and lost your balance
You underground, we under water, liquid by the gallons

words, double vision, brain bustin', head rushin'
Since I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a on crutches
And still rush the roughest MC who get it
Forget it, it's Likwit, Tha Liks and

Catash on the blast the final to the puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass I tits up out the muzzle
I shuffle the microphone, bang rhymes consistent
You wack and I'm catash and that's the motherfuckin'

For instance, "21 and over" set your back
Still where the rocks at
Two thousand one, we still young guns restless
(Thirty niggaz, hoes)
And the motherfuckin' guest list

Call it you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin'
Bring it if you want it
Ain't gotta put no on it

Call it what you call it
I'm a fuckin'
Bring it if you really it
Ain't put no extras on it