Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

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

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

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

Part of the still, penetratin' your grill
I on keepin' it right, while you keep on keepin' it real
I'll the treble and the bass to delapatate your waist
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 can't me
I know you wanna try to play me and busta's wanna playa me
I'm one of the dopiest out I guess that's why they hate me

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

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

And by the time that this little nappy 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 burn your ass with a

So, what's your desire love?
Is it hands wrapped around mics or wrapped around triggas?
Eitha' way it go I'm and I'm dippin'
Still tennis pimpin', 40 Thevz 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 like Cadillac
more like a Regal I'ma 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 out shout outs

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