Luyện nghe bài hát Down South Funk

All the way to motherfuckin'
[Incomprehensible] Tennessee
To Texas
To motherfuckin' Carolina
Yeah, South Carolina
Yeah, deep down, Alabama
Funk for your funkin' ass,
Ha ha, barefoot motherfuckers

Yo, guess 'bout to stomp tonight?
Three seniors, rockin' the mic, misdemeanors
So us with what whatever you feel
Balls of steel, clappin' those rap deals
hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ
Battle 'bout, airing ass out
So who's dropping shit on what day? My click's the
Chill or feel the of hiatus

Shit down when the squad's around
It gets thinner, it's hexed like white man from
Three the hard way can't be
My style's too faraway, to capture, even with from N.A.S.A.
I'm what call, a living legend, sha pow
That's what call, a Mac-11, sha pow
two on the way down, blaow blaow
Here's two more, blaow blaow

Is y'all niggaz to ride?
(Man listen)
you kill for your life?
(Man listen)
Can you get busy all
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

I got the down south funk I clown out punk ass
Police call dogs and sound off pumps
I short your if you thump my tape
Yo dial if you're mo' stiff than Riker's Isle bunks
Get out seat, E, spit out the beat
The tracks plow underground concrete out the
From baldies to fades, when I M.C.'s
more flags than Puerto Rican Day parade

And give up, I got the footage, of fiends walkin' barefooted
Off my rhyme dare cook it
You fall in to intervene and New Jacks
And girl become pookie and that, prom queen
That body bag won't fit you
You wanna up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipe
Hand to hand my crew'll cripple click in a fight
Take my tapes way down south and triple the

Step up on the like, "Whazzup? Hey sugah"
Before you Doc, how that cash put up?
And only way I stop til your click say
They had enough, I could bump to six A.M.

Is y'all niggaz to ride?
(Man listen)
Would you kill for your
(Man listen)
Can you get busy all
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

My life is a rap, song is a flashback
Of antagonizing anxiety
The beat hits the ground and the cracks
be like, "Oh no not them!", yeah we back
With articulation, godforsaken
Sick manifestations, pump in your face then
The lyrical force that I put in a
hit you with more power than a molecule enzyme

No who, what, when, where, how, I'll lay you down
With a illed out fictitious style
Yo, we all represent the hood, the difference
Between us is that we make this look good
Programmable slammable
You light as a rock and I cram to you
So for niggaz on a kissin' ass and dissin'
We get like an ambidextrous, man listen

Is y'all down to ride?
(Man listen)
Would you kill for your
(Man listen)
Can you get busy all
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

Is y'all niggaz down to
(Man listen)
you kill for your life?
(Man listen)
Can you get all night?
(Man listen)
(Man listen)