Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

Yeah, fuck all niggaz
You know I'm talkin' about Wino, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk and I no punk
right, that's right

A tisket a tasket all you ask it
Snap your CD and the pieces in your casket
Like little Jack Horna', I'm bendin' corners
shots 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
Straight up 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 Jackson and cut shit off

Part of the penitentiary still, your grill
I on keepin' it right, while you keep on keepin' it real
I'll bring the 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 of y'all can't fade 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 they me

I slang hits like niggaz Slang Cavi
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 fatta' and yo shit a little bit more better

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

And by the time that this little nappy head retire
I'ma be at the ripe old age of 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 baby
Is it wrapped around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas?
Eitha' way it go I'm and I'm dippin'
Still tennis shoe pimpin', 40 in position

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I'm a
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
You're more like a 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 Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles, Compton, Beach, and Carson Hawthorne
with 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 what make me laugh, bitch?
Even your mama my autograph