Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

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

A tisket a tasket all you ask it
Snap CD and drop the pieces in your casket
Like little Jack Horna', I'm still 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 with no alarm
Straight up it, cool and calm
Crowbar in my hand and my brick still works like a charm

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

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

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

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

Freestyle in manner or method
Free funk text selected, so check it
Uh, dip diver, socializer, I've rockin'
motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen 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 is wise, CPT MC for hire
My name ain't Rick James but I'll your ass with a fire

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

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now I'm a giant
And yo ass is like Jack, but yo beans is wack
Skills is what you I'm like 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 hangin' emcee's at all angles
As their legs start to
Dance around like Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Hawthorne
Livin' the Watts I'm sendin' out shout outs

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