Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

Yeah, all these niggaz
You know what I'm talkin' 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 your CD and the pieces in your casket
Like little Horna', I'm still bendin' corners
Buckin' shots on your block, I'm on Corona's

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

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

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

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

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

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

And by the time 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 your ass with a fire

So, what's your baby love?
Is it wrapped around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas?
Eitha' way it go I'm dumpin' and I'm
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 like a Benz, you ain't even like
You're like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle

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

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