Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Mack 10

[Ice
Aiyyo, this is Ice Cube the Don Mega. Don't about 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 begin
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 beef and
It's the nigga that you know is
one-O, I bust bad bitches in pairs, never one hoe
With ?tips? for the real niggas to make it
love to the East Coast ghettos and the boroughs
Like E.F. Hutton, they when I'm speakin
Poor trash, black niggas, to Puerto Ricans
Mack blast when the index itches
I use it to finger bitches and hit switches
Check the menu, you it, I got it
Everything, hit records to
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 for the real niggas to unite
Funkmaster Flex, you know its all about figures
We showed each other so now Flex is my nigga
I remember the day, if it was you never fought it
No matter where you were from if it was you bought it
From East to 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 that hoo-bangin life

[Funkmaster
mean, cause that's the way we keep it moving, baby.

[Ice
Yeah, Ice Cube, my man Funkmaster Flex, my man Mack 10. It stop, The
Final Chapter. You how we do it.

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