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 and I ain't no punk
right, that's right

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

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

Who's the rawest? My shit is
Had to be passin' out bruises, lacerations and jawses
Emcees wanna floss you better understand who's the
Before I do a Michael 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 don't karate, but I know a razor
And none of 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 they me

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

Freestyle in unrestricted manner or
Free funk readily selected, so check it
Uh, dip diver, socializer, been rockin'
These motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen

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

So, your desire baby love?
Is it hands around 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 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
more like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle

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

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