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 Minutes of Funk, 3. Final Chapter, yeah, ya-ay!

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

10]
Yo, check it, let the games
all to the good, bust out to the NYC from Inglewood
We can all get down, loot, and get licked
So fuck the bi-coastal and bullshit
It's the nigga you know is gun-ho
Mack one-O, I bad bitches in pairs, never one hoe
With ?tips? for the real niggas to it thorough
love to the East Coast ghettos and the boroughs
Like E.F. Hutton, they listen I'm speakin
Poor white trash, black niggas, to Ricans
Mack wanna blast when the index
Plus I use it to bitches and hit switches
Check the menu, you it, I got it
Everything, hit to narcotics
Its all the dough, rain, sleet or snow
And the fool to cross me catch the four-four
the phats on ?bun?, surprise you with that one
And whoever like it, fuck em and eat a fat one
The to homies in the pen, I'll send you a
Cause its time for the niggas to unite
Like Funkmaster Flex, you know its all about
We each other love so now Flex is my nigga
I remember the day, if it was you never fought it
No matter where you from if it was bumpin you bought it
From East to Coast, its all the same
Its either run the game, or do the rap thang
Mack 10 keep it gangsta, all the way
Two heats on my hip, and right for the fight
So with that life

Flex]
Y'knaw mean, that's the way we keep it moving, baby.

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

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