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 of funk and I ain't no punk
right, that's right

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

Uh, your McDonald had a farm with a six-fo on
in the barn with no alarm
Straight up it, cool and calm
Crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a

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

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

Lodi Dodi, I know karate, but I know a razor
And none of y'all fade me
I you wanna try to play me and busta's wanna playa hate me
I'm one of the niggaz out I guess that's why they hate me

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

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

And by the time that this little nappy nigga retire
I'ma be at the 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 ass with a fire

So, what's your desire love?
Is it wrapped around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas?
way it go I'm dumpin' 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 is wack
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' at all angles
As their start to dangle
Dance around everybody Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Hawthorne
Livin' the Watts I'm sendin' out shout outs

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