Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Mack 10

[Ice
Aiyyo, is Ice Cube the Don Mega. Don't worry about your time zone, get
your 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
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 and bullshit
It's the nigga that you is gun-ho
Mack one-O, I bust bad in pairs, never one hoe
With for the real niggas to make it thorough
Much love to the East ghettos and the boroughs
Like E.F. Hutton, they listen I'm speakin
Poor trash, black niggas, to Puerto Ricans
Mack wanna blast when the 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, sleet or
And the first to cross me catch 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, send you a kite
Cause its time for the real niggas to
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 good you fought it
No where you were from if it was bumpin you bought it
East to West Coast, its all the same
Its run the dope game, or do the rap thang
Mack 10 it gangsta, all the way tight
Two heats on my hip, left and right for the
So that hoo-bangin life

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
Final Chapter. You how we do it.

[Funkmaster
I ain't havin it, motherfucker. Aight, look 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.