Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

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

A a tasket that's all you ask it
Snap your CD and drop the pieces in casket
Like little Jack Horna', I'm still bendin'
Buckin' shots on 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 collected it, cool and
in my hand 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 the boss
Before I do a Jackson and cut your shit off

of the penitentiary still, penetratin' your grill
I keep on it right, while you keep on keepin' it real
I'll bring the and the bass 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 can't me
I you wanna 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

I slang hits like niggaz Slang Cavi
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 little bit more

Freestyle in unrestricted or method
funk text readily selected, so check it
Uh, dip diver, socializer, been rockin'
These motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen

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

So, what's your desire love?
Is it hands around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas?
Eitha' way it go I'm and I'm dippin'
Still shoe 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 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 emcee's at all angles
As legs start to dangle
Dance around everybody like Mr. Bo
Los Angeles, Compton, Beach, and Carson 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 liquor store
Huh, and you what make me laugh, bitch?
your mama want my autograph