Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Chickens

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

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

Straight believin in flake from
Never gettin off your own supply

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

Straight in flake from s-p-i
Never high off your own supply

walk around the track pickin doves like bird seed
Mix a little crack with dirt weed
But I mob in my chicken sittin on triple gold
With just today twenty chicken
And niggas me cos I'm straight 205
And when I 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 of dirt for you
The villain, chicken seller
Slingin out the trunk, a 95 goodfella
Stayin under from these federalies
And niggas who don't pay me shot up in the alley
Murderin swift and I'm quick up out the
Showin you niggas what my really mean to me
Cos I'm to the lley slingin chickens
Got me slingin in the shower, two birds four hours
my ass and I'm on another mail mission
Finna serve some more of that funky

Yeah you know what I'm
Straight mobbin and
About 30 in the muthafuckin trunk
Niggas what time it is

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

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

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