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!

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

10]
Yo, check it, let the begin
It's all to the good, 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 is gun-ho
Mack one-O, I bust bad bitches in pairs, one hoe
With for the real niggas to make it thorough
Much love to the East Coast ghettos and the
Like E.F. Hutton, they listen when I'm
Poor white trash, niggas, to Puerto Ricans
wanna blast when the index itches
Plus I use it to bitches 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 to cross me catch the four-four
Then the phats on ?bun?, surprise you with one
And don't like it, fuck em and eat a fat one
The to in the pen, I'll send you a kite
Cause its time for the real niggas to
Like Flex, you know its all about figures
We showed each other love so now Flex is my
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 run the dope game, or do the rap thang
Mack 10 keep it gangsta, all the way
Two heats on my hip, left and right for the
So with hoo-bangin life

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

[Ice
Yeah, Ice Cube, my man Funkmaster Flex, my man Mack 10. It 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 miss it. I'm tired of nigas on me, a lot of nigga frontin
on me. Be-atch! Aight.