Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Chickens

Yeah
Muthafuckin bay gangster
Back in your face
Rollin in my muthafuckin chicken
black-on-black caddy
Triple d's and shit
Spice one knowmsayin
mobbin

Four chickens in a
Make a nigga wanna
Colonel sanders poppin, droppin
Big fat baby huey, ki's can purchase
Got the whole hood ballin, nigga, churches
in the city turn the fuck up dead
Cos I'm servin more chickens foghorn leg
Feds wanna know where a reside
Cos the nuggets I'm sellin ain't fried
See, I it to a certain degree
Sometimes a nigga even quarter pounders with cheese
But it mcdonald's or burger king
Cos muthafuckas goin under caught with hot wings
Ba-da-ba-ba slingin that
Them feds play, hoe
Say no if ask you if you seen
A young nigga wearin braids slinig birds out a
Smokin indo to my hitman
Put your ass six under like quicksand
Get some slugs and a golden
Got the muthafuckin cocaine, and power
Takes a lickin and on tickin, movin, stickin
Fuckin round with the funky

Straight believin in from s-p-i
Never gettin high off own supply

The world was a big fat
Waitin for a nigga me to get behind her
See, the and the clockers know me so well
Servin my muthafuckin outta cheap motels
Cookin chickens in the kitchen to smoked-out
the shit in my lungs, collect the shit in my nose
See, let a real tell it
I seen niggas swallow they lley, shit it out and sell it
Keep the hustle goin each day
My little homie swallowed five dubs and passed away
Chickens in my drawers collectin them
Can't wear shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun's
cos niggas try to jack
See I'm chickens and they gettin chicken scratch
There ain't no match for this baller
a shot like at&t and touch all of y'all
I'm chickens in my sleep
I used to sheep
But the give me heap, so catch the tweak
The fuck off, I love it my stack thicken
Yeah, fuckin with the funky chicken

Straight believin in flake from
Never gettin high off own supply

Clockers walk around the track pickin doves like bird
Mix a little crack with some weed
But I mob in my chicken coupe sittin on triple
With today twenty chicken sold
And niggas love me cos I'm 205
And I stay alive niggas put scrilla out for my life
You put a hit out on me, I put one out on you
You wanna murder slugs full of dirt for you
The villain, chicken seller
Slingin birds out the trunk, a 95
Stayin from these crooked-ass federalies
And leavin niggas who don't pay me shot up in the
Murderin swift and I'm up out the scenery
Showin you niggas what my scrilla really to me
Cos I'm addicted to the slingin chickens
Got me slingin in the shower, two birds every hours
my ass and I'm on another mail mission
Finna serve some of that funky chicken

you know what I'm sayin
Straight and shit
30 ki's in the muthafuckin trunk
Niggas know time it is

Yeah, you gotta watch your shit
Niggas will try to get you for your caine,
You the rules, nigga
Yeah, never understimate the muthafucka's greed
game

And when you're in your muthafuckin drop
Or you're ridin in
Nigga, don't have the up too goddamn loud
Cos ride up on you and straight
Shoot you in your head and drag you up out your shit
don't give a fuck if you're strapped or not, nigga
This lley game ain't no joke

Just get in funk behind chickens
Straight uncut peruvian
Cookin chickens in the kitchen, nigga, like 'n bake
Call me ? ? ?
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