Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

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

Uh, your had a farm with a six-fo on suicide
Sittin' in the with no alarm
Straight up collected it, 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 floss you better understand who's the boss
Before I do a Michael and cut your shit off

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

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

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

in unrestricted manner or method
Free funk readily selected, so check it
Uh, dip diver, socializer, I've rockin'
These microphones since nineteen seventy-niner

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

So, what's desire baby love?
Is it hands wrapped around mics or wrapped around triggas?
Eitha' way it go I'm and I'm dippin'
Still tennis shoe pimpin', 40 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 like a Benz, you ain't even like
You're more like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and 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 Carson
Livin' with the Watts I'm sendin' out shout

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