Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

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

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

Uh, McDonald had a farm with a six-fo on suicide
in the barn with no alarm
Straight up collected it, cool and
Crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still like a charm

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

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

Lodi Dodi, I don't know karate, but I know a
And none of y'all 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 that's why they hate me

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

Freestyle in manner or method
Free funk readily selected, so check it
Uh, dip diver, socializer, been rockin'
These motherfuckin' microphones nineteen 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 James 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 shoe pimpin', 40 Thevz in

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I'm a
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 Cadillac
You're 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, Beach, and Carson Hawthorne
Livin' the Watts I'm sendin' out shout outs

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