Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

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

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 with a six-fo on suicide
Sittin' in the barn with no
Straight up collected it, and calm
Crowbar in my hand and my brick still works like a charm

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

of the penitentiary still, penetratin' your grill
I keep on keepin' it right, while you keep on keepin' it
I'll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your
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 fade me
I know you wanna try to me and busta's wanna playa hate me
I'm one of the dopiest niggaz out I 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 might outgat me but you outrap me
My shit is and yo shit need a little bit more better

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Uh, dip diver, socializer, I've rockin'
These motherfuckin' since nineteen seventy-niner

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

So, your desire baby 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 even like Cadillac
You're like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle

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

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