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

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

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

Who's the rawest? My shit is
Had to be passin' out bruises, lacerations and broken
Emcees floss you better understand 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, you keep on keepin' it real
I'll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your
Coolio's on the case, get yo hoe out my face,

Lodi Dodi, I know karate, but I know a razor
And of y'all can't fade me
I know you wanna try to play me and wanna 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 record you might me but you can't outrap me
My is fatta' and yo shit need a little bit more better

Freestyle in manner or method
Free funk text selected, so check it
Uh, dip diver, socializer, I've rockin'
These motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen

And by the time that this little nappy head 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 wrapped mics or fingers wrapped around triggas?
way it go I'm dumpin' and I'm dippin'
Still tennis pimpin', 40 Thevz in position

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now I'm a giant
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
You're more like a I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle

I'm set to strangle hangin' at all angles
As their start to dangle
Dance everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles, Compton, Beach, and Carson Hawthorne
with the Watts I'm sendin' out shout outs

I used to drink Old Gold now I stroll
Straight to the section of my neighborhood liquor store
Huh, and you know what make me laugh,
Even your mama my autograph