Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

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

A a tasket that's all you ask it
Snap your CD and 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 with a six-fo on suicide
Sittin' in the with no alarm
up collected it, cool and calm
Crowbar in my hand and my skeleton still works like a charm

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

of the penitentiary still, penetratin' your grill
I keep on it right, while you keep 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,

Dodi, I don't know karate, but I know a razor
And of y'all can't fade me
I know you wanna try to play me and wanna playa hate me
I'm one of the dopiest out I guess that's why they hate me

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

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

And by the time this little nappy head nigga retire
I'ma be at the old age of forty-eight or forty-niner
My is wise, CPT MC for hire
My name Rick James but I'll burn your ass with a fire

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

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now I'm a giant
And yo ass is like Jack, but yo magic beans is
Skills is what you lack I'm a Benz, you ain't even like Cadillac
You're 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 to dangle
around everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Hawthorne
Livin' with the I'm sendin' out shout outs

I used to drink Old Gold now I just
Straight to the exit section of my neighborhood store
Huh, and you know what me laugh, bitch?
Even your want my autograph