Luyện nghe bài hát Down South Funk

All the way to motherfuckin'
upto Tennessee
To Texas
To North motherfuckin'
Yeah, South fuckin'
Yeah, down, gritty Alabama
Funk for your funkin' ass,
Ha ha, barefoot motherfuckers

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

Shit shuts down the squad's around
It gets thinner, it's like white man from town
Three the hard way be touched
My style's too faraway, to capture, even with help N.A.S.A.
I'm what call, a living legend, sha pow
what they call, a Mac-11, sha pow
There's two on the way down, blaow
two more, blaow blaow nigga

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

I got the down south funk when I clown out ass
Police call dogs and sound 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 your seat, E, out the beat
The tracks plow underground out the streets
baldies to fades, when I rock M.C.'s
Wave more flags than Puerto Rican Day

And give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkin'
Off my don't dare cook it
You might in to intervene and New Jacks
And they girl become pookie and that, prom
That body bag 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

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

Is y'all niggaz down to
(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 attacks
The hits the ground and the earth cracks
be like, "Oh no not them!", yeah we back
With rhythmatic articulation,
Sick manifestations, pump pump in face then
The force that I put in a rhyme
hit you with more power than a molecule enzyme

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

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

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