Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

Yeah, fuck all niggaz
You know what I'm about Wino, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk and I ain't no
right, that's right

A a tasket that's all you ask it
Snap CD and drop the pieces in your casket
Like Jack Horna', I'm still bendin' corners
shots on your block, I'm sippin' on Corona's

Uh, your McDonald had a farm with a six-fo on
Sittin' in the barn with no
Straight up it, cool and calm
Crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works a charm

Who's the rawest? My shit is
Had to be passin' out bruises, lacerations and jawses
Emcees wanna floss you better who's the boss
I do a Michael Jackson and cut your shit off

Part of the penitentiary still, penetratin' grill
I keep on keepin' it right, while you on keepin' it real
I'll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your
Coolio's on the case, get yo hoe out my face,

Lodi Dodi, I know karate, but I know a razor
And none of can't fade me
I know you wanna try to play me and wanna playa hate me
I'm one of the dopiest niggaz out I guess that's why they me

'Cause I hits like niggaz Slang Cavi
I remain khakis, I guess that's why they mad at me
On a record you outgat me but you can't outrap me
My shit is fatta' and yo shit need a little bit more

Freestyle in unrestricted or method
funk text readily selected, so check it
Uh, dip diver, socializer, been rockin'
These motherfuckin' microphones since seventy-niner

And by the time that this little nappy nigga retire
I'ma be at the ripe old age of or forty-niner
My shit is wise, CPT MC for
My name ain't Rick James but burn your ass with a fire

So, your desire baby love?
Is it hands wrapped around or fingers wrapped around triggas?
way it go I'm dumpin' and I'm dippin'
Still shoe pimpin', 40 Thevz in position

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I'm a
And yo ass is like Jack, but yo magic beans is
Skills is what you lack I'm like a Benz, you ain't like Cadillac
more like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle

I'm set to strangle hangin' emcee's at all
As their legs start to
Dance around everybody Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Carson
Livin' with the Watts I'm out shout outs

I to drink Old Gold now I just stroll
to the exit section of my neighborhood liquor store
Huh, and you know what make me laugh,
Even your mama want my