Luyện nghe bài hát Down South Funk

All the way to motherfuckin'
[Incomprehensible] upto
To Texas
To motherfuckin' Carolina
Yeah, South fuckin'
Yeah, down, gritty Alabama
Funk for funkin' ass, nigga
Ha ha, barefoot walkin'

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

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

Is niggaz down to ride?
(Man listen)
Would you kill for life?
(Man listen)
Can you get busy all
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

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

And give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends barefooted
Off my don't dare cook it
You might in to intervene and New Jacks
And they girl become and that, prom queen
That bag won't fit you tonight
You wanna up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipe
Hand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a
Take my way down south and triple the price

up on the scene like, "Whazzup? Hey sugah"
Before you cock-tease Doc, how that put up?
And only way I stop til your click say
had enough, 'cause I could bump to six A.M.

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

My is a rap, each song is a flashback
Of anxiety attacks
The beat hits the and the earth cracks
Niggaz be like, "Oh no not them!", we back
With rhythmatic articulation,
Sick manifestations, pump in your face then
The lyrical force I put in a rhyme
Will hit you more power than a molecule enzyme

No matter who, what, when, where, how, I'll lay you
With a sick out fictitious style
Yo, we all represent the hood, the only
Between us is that we make shit look good
Programmable slammable
You light as a rock and I to understand you
So for on a mission kissin' ass and dissin'
We get even like an ambidextrous, man

Is niggaz down to ride?
(Man listen)
Would you for your life?
(Man listen)
Can you get busy all
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

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