Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

Yeah, all these niggaz
You know I'm talkin' about Wino, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk and I no punk
right, that's right

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

Uh, your McDonald had a with a six-fo on suicide
Sittin' in the barn no alarm
Straight up it, cool and calm
in my hand and my skeleton brick 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
I do a Michael Jackson and cut your shit off

Part of the penitentiary still, penetratin' your
I keep on keepin' it right, while you 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 know karate, but I know a
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 out I guess that's why they hate me

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

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Uh, dip diver, socializer, I've rockin'
These microphones since nineteen seventy-niner

And by the time that this 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 Rick James but I'll burn your ass with a fire

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

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I'm a
And yo ass is Jack, but yo magic beans is wack
Skills is what you lack I'm like a Benz, you 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 legs start to dangle
Dance around like Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Carson
Livin' with the I'm sendin' out shout outs

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