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 seconds of funk and I ain't no punk
That's right, that's

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

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

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

Part of the penitentiary still, your grill
I keep on it right, while 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 know karate, but I a razor
And none of y'all can't me
I you wanna try to play me and busta's wanna playa hate me
I'm one of the dopiest niggaz out I guess that's why hate me

'Cause I slang hits like Slang Cavi
I remain like khakis, I guess that's why 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 manner or method
funk text readily selected, so check it
Uh, dip diver, socializer, been rockin'
These motherfuckin' microphones since 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 your ass a fire

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

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now I'm a giant
And yo ass is like Jack, but yo magic is wack
Skills is you lack I'm like a Benz, you ain't even like Cadillac
more 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 Carson
Livin' with the Watts I'm sendin' out shout

I to drink Old Gold now I just stroll
Straight to the section of my neighborhood liquor store
Huh, and you what make me laugh, bitch?
your mama want my autograph