Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk

Yeah, fuck all these
You know what I'm talkin' Wino, yeah
Two minutes and seconds of funk and I ain't no punk
That's right, right

A a tasket that's all you ask it
Snap your CD and drop the pieces in your
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 on suicide
in the barn with no alarm
Straight up collected it, cool and
Crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick works like a charm

the rawest? My shit is flawless
Had to be out bruises, lacerations and broken jawses
Emcees wanna floss you understand who's the boss
Before I do a Michael and cut your shit off

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

Lodi Dodi, I know karate, but I know a razor
And none of y'all fade me
I you wanna try to play me and busta's wanna playa hate me
I'm one of the dopiest out I guess that's why they hate me

I slang hits like niggaz Slang Cavi
I remain 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 and yo shit need a little bit more better

Freestyle in unrestricted or method
funk text readily selected, so check it
Uh, dip diver, socializer, been rockin'
These motherfuckin' microphones since seventy-niner

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

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

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I'm a
And yo ass is like Jack, but yo magic beans is
Skills is what you lack I'm like a Benz, you ain't like Cadillac
You're like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle

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

I used to drink Old 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