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 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 bendin' corners
Buckin' shots on block, I'm sippin' on Corona's

Uh, your McDonald had a with a six-fo on suicide
in the barn with no alarm
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, lacerations and broken
Emcees wanna floss you better who's the boss
Before I do a Michael Jackson and cut 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
on the case, get yo hoe out my face, fool

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

'Cause I slang hits like niggaz Slang
I like khakis, I guess that's why they mad at me
On a record you might outgat me but you outrap me
My shit is fatta' and yo shit need a bit more better

Freestyle in unrestricted or method
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Uh, dip diver, socializer, been rockin'
These motherfuckin' microphones nineteen 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 shit is wise, CPT MC for
My name ain't Rick James but I'll burn your ass a fire

So, your desire baby love?
Is it hands wrapped around or fingers wrapped around triggas?
Eitha' way it go I'm dumpin' and I'm
Still tennis 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 even Cadillac
more like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle

I'm set to strangle emcee's at all angles
As their start to dangle
around everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Hawthorne
Livin' with the Watts I'm sendin' out shout

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