Luyện nghe bài hát Fuhgidabowdit

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

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., I wrote cause fire and smoke
I started on the choir singin solo for the pope
Tell your please, get up off her knees
You can't wear spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like greens
*kriss krossed* like she on j. dupris' team
Button your up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten with a dildo 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 know some old nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an
You say I'm souped up, well, is good food
So I scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
For so glowin, afro
hatin, jamaican rum sippin

[method
Kid I'll burp on your girl

The honey had my like two red beets
I'm banannas, out of my fuckin mind they let me back in
'cause I was down before the like dusty rhodes and bob backlund
samartino, stan staziak
Now the rock and cold are my favorite maniacs
The top pluckin, chickens when I'm cluckin
Wwf stands for when and where we

Yo kid


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

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm menace ii society
I roll through the drive thru kane
Jack you for the and chicken wings, and datins too
See my boys down the ride crack too
Bricks, around, snorkel down
Maccaroni and cheese timbs broke out the house
out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the dinners

[method
And niggas that ran...

My to get 'em
With the heat seekin wit, fo' antennas
da name, that's why y'all fuck wit me
I'm change, the bums don't fuck with d
in 'em, carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen, I write a x was in 'em
Teeth grittin, I 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,

[method
Yo, this be the cool j function, music get my pumpin
Down for whatever, which means I'm up to somethin
Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the back
They rockin 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 nothing
Bitch I'm grown, puffin on that one and
Bet me and queen bee be swingin til the honey
Backs get blown, trash get
In headlocks, from this view, I'm fuckin star
I'm red hot like candy, in '95 won the grammy

Yo, he use it as an now

Niggas can't or understand me, yeah
Either or, funky wild comanchees wit shitty draws
that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip
I can't wit ya kid, but I'll save ya the clip...

Ayo nigga,
Yo, what the fuck,
Yo,
Uh,
Ayo dog, [dmx growl]
Bitches can't stand me, [dmx growl]
Still pullin out pennies, fuhgidabowdit growl]

The shit I see day brings tears to my eyes
How I holla at my niggas brings ears to my
niggas for not knowin, then teach 'em somethin
Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the you frontin
I never liked you, and you, I don't
So the fuck 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
Walkin you was a lil nigga 'cause you is
And forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
Crackin niggas got the nerve to why I rob, why
You guys will live while everybody starve
pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold
Break a off somethin, watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you layin somewhere cold, as shit
And all that riffin shit, mens will get you hit,