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 twenty-one seconds of funk and I ain't no
That's right, that's

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
Buckin' shots on block, I'm sippin' on Corona's

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

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

Part of the penitentiary still, penetratin' grill
I on keepin' it right, while you keep 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 a razor
And none of y'all can't 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 like niggaz Cavi
I like khakis, I guess that's why they mad at me
On a record you outgat 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 been
These motherfuckin' microphones nineteen seventy-niner

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

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

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 ain't like Cadillac
You're more like a Regal pit bull, and you's a Beagle

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

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