Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Mack 10

[Ice
Aiyyo, this is Ice Cube the Don Mega. worry about your time zone, get
grind on. 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 3. Final Chapter, yeah, ya-ay!

[Funkmaster
Aight, my man Mack 10 gettin to lace 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 the bi-coastal beef and bullshit
It's the nigga you know is gun-ho
Mack one-O, I bust bad bitches in pairs, one hoe
?tips? for the real niggas to make it thorough
Much love to the Coast ghettos and the boroughs
E.F. Hutton, they listen when I'm speakin
Poor trash, black niggas, to Puerto Ricans
Mack wanna blast when the index
Plus I use it to finger bitches and hit
the menu, you need it, I got it
Everything, hit to narcotics
Its all about the dough, rain, sleet or
And the fool to cross me catch the four-four
Then the phats on ?bun?, surprise you 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 real niggas to
Like Funkmaster Flex, you its all about figures
We showed other love so now Flex is my nigga
I remember the day, if it was you never fought it
No matter where you were if it was bumpin you bought it
East to West Coast, its all the same
Its either run the dope game, or do the rap
10 keep it gangsta, all the way tight
Two on my hip, left and right for the fight
So with hoo-bangin life

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

Cube]
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, out for that! Aight? Drop
that, don't it. I'm tired of nigas frontin on me, a lot of nigga frontin
on me. Be-atch! Aight.