Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Chickens

Yeah
Muthafuckin east bay
Back in your muthafuckin
Rollin in my chicken coupe
Muthafuckin caddy
gold d's and shit
Spice muthafuckin one
mobbin

Four in a coop
Make a nigga shoop
Colonel sanders poppin, droppin
Big fat baby huey, ki's can purchase
Got the hood ballin, nigga, fuck churches
Fools in the city the fuck up dead
Cos I'm servin more chickens than leg
Feds know where a nigga reside
Cos the nuggets I'm sellin ain't fried
See, I boil it to a certain
Sometimes a nigga even sellin quarter pounders cheese
But it mcdonald's or burger king
Cos muthafuckas under gettin caught with hot wings
slingin that lleyo
Them don't play, hoe
Say no if they ask you if you
A young nigga wearin braids slinig out a pinto
Smokin talkin to my hitman
Put your ass six feet under like
Get some slugs and a shower
Got the cocaine, money and power
a lickin and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin
Fuckin round with the chicken

Straight believin in flake 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 ballers and the clockers me so well
Servin my ki's outta cheap motels
Cookin chickens in the to smoked-out hoes
Collect the in my lungs, collect the shit in my nose
See, let a nigga tell it
I seen niggas swallow they lley, it out and still sell it
the hustle goin strong each day
My homie larry swallowed five dubs and passed away
Chickens in my collectin them funds
Can't wear shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun's
Infrared cos niggas try to
See I'm sellin chickens and they gettin scratch
There ain't no match for this baller
Call a shot like and touch all of y'all
I'm countin in my sleep
I to count sheep
But the chickens give me heap, so catch the
The fuck off, I love it my stack thicken
Yeah, fuckin round with the chicken

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

walk around the track pickin doves like bird seed
Mix a little crack with some weed
But I mob in my coupe sittin on triple gold
just today twenty chicken sold
And niggas me cos I'm straight 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 who? slugs full of for you
The villain, chicken seller
birds out the trunk, a 95 goodfella
Stayin under from these federalies
And leavin niggas who don't pay me shot up in the
swift and I'm quick up out the scenery
Showin you niggas what my really mean to me
Cos I'm addicted to the lley chickens
Got me slingin in the shower, two every four hours
Watch my ass and I'm on mail mission
Finna some more of that funky chicken

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

Yeah, you gotta watch your muthafuckin
will try to get you for your caine, nigga
You the rules, nigga
Yeah, never understimate the other muthafucka's
Straight

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

Just get in funk behind them
Straight peruvian flavor
chickens in the kitchen, nigga, like shake 'n bake
Call me ? ? ?
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