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, Volume 3. Chapter, yeah, ya-ay!

[Funkmaster
Aight, my man Mack 10 gettin ready to all this.

10]
Yo, it, let the games begin
It's all to the good, bust out to the NYC from
We can all get down, have loot, and get
So the bi-coastal beef and bullshit
the nigga that you know is gun-ho
Mack one-O, I bad bitches in pairs, never one hoe
With ?tips? for the real to make it thorough
love to the East Coast ghettos and the boroughs
Like E.F. Hutton, listen when I'm speakin
white trash, black niggas, to Puerto Ricans
Mack wanna blast the index itches
Plus I use it to finger and hit switches
the menu, you need it, I got it
Everything, hit to narcotics
Its all about the dough, rain, or snow
And the first fool to cross me the four-four
Then the phats on ?bun?, surprise you with one
And whoever don't it, fuck em and eat a fat one
The to homies in the pen, I'll you a kite
Cause its for the real niggas to unite
Like Funkmaster Flex, you its all about figures
We showed each other so now Flex is my nigga
I remember the day, if it was good you fought it
No matter you were from if it was bumpin you bought it
East to West Coast, its all the same
Its either run the game, or do the rap thang
10 keep it gangsta, all the way tight
Two heats on my hip, left and right for the
So with that hoo-bangin

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

[Ice
Yeah, Ice Cube, my man Flex, my man Mack 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.