Luyện nghe bài hát Down South Funk

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

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

shuts down when the squad's around
It gets thinner, it's hexed white man from town
the hard way can't be touched
My style's too faraway, to capture, with help from N.A.S.A.
I'm what they call, a legend, sha pow
That's they 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 wanna call dogs and off pumps
I short Blaupunkt's if you thump my tape
Yo dial funk if you're mo' stiff Riker's Isle bunks
Get out seat, E, spit out the beat
The tracks plow underground out the streets
baldies to fades, when I rock M.C.'s
Wave flags than Puerto Rican Day parade

And give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends barefooted
Off my rhyme don't dare it
You fall in to intervene and New Jacks
And they girl become pookie and that, queen
That body bag won't fit you
You wanna blow up? Drop the mic, stick to the
Hand to hand my crew'll cripple your in a fight
Take my tapes way down 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 say when
had enough, 'cause I could bump to six A.M.

Is niggaz down 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, each is a flashback
Of antagonizing anxiety
The hits the ground and the earth cracks
be like, "Oh no not them!", yeah we back
With articulation, godforsaken
Sick manifestations, pump in your face then
The lyrical force I put in a rhyme
Will hit you with more power than a enzyme

No matter who, what, when, where, how, lay you down
With a sick illed out fictitious
Yo, we all represent the hood, the only
Between us is we make this shit look good
Programmable slammable
You light as a and I cram to understand you
So for niggaz on a mission kissin' ass and
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 down to ride?
(Man listen)
Would you kill for your
(Man listen)
Can you get all night?
(Man listen)
(Man listen)