Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Uh, dip diver, socializer, been rockin'
These motherfuckin' microphones since seventy-niner

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

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

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

I'm set to strangle hangin' at all angles
As legs start to dangle
Dance everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Hawthorne
Livin' with the Watts I'm sendin' out outs

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