Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Mack 10

[Ice
Aiyyo, this is Ice Cube the Don Mega. Don't worry your time zone, get
your grind on. 60 of Funk, Volume 3. Final Chapter, yeah, ya-ay!

Flex]
Aight, my man Mack 10 gettin to lace all this.

10]
Yo, it, let the games begin
It's all to the good, bust out to the NYC Inglewood
We can all get down, have loot, and get
So fuck the beef and bullshit
It's the nigga that you is gun-ho
Mack one-O, I bust bad bitches in pairs, one hoe
With ?tips? for the real to make it thorough
Much love to the East ghettos and the boroughs
Like E.F. Hutton, they listen I'm speakin
Poor trash, black niggas, to Puerto Ricans
wanna blast when the index itches
Plus I use it to finger bitches and hit
Check the menu, you it, I got it
Everything, hit records to
Its all about the dough, rain, or snow
And the first fool to cross me the four-four
Then the on ?bun?, surprise you with that one
And don't like it, fuck em and eat a fat one
The to homies in the pen, send you a kite
Cause its time for the niggas to unite
Funkmaster Flex, you know its all about figures
We showed each other love so now Flex is my
I remember the day, if it was good you fought it
No matter where you were from if it was bumpin you it
From to West Coast, its all the same
Its run the dope game, or do the rap thang
10 keep it gangsta, all the way tight
Two heats on my hip, and right for the fight
So with that life

[Funkmaster
Y'knaw mean, cause the way we keep it moving, baby.

Cube]
Yeah, Ice Cube, my man Funkmaster Flex, my man 10. It don't stop, The
Chapter. You know how we do it.

[Funkmaster
I still ain't havin it, motherfucker. Aight, look out for that! Drop
that, don't miss it. I'm tired of frontin on me, a lot of nigga frontin
on me. Be-atch! Aight.