Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Chickens

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

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

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

The world was a big fat
Waitin for a nigga like me to get her
See, the ballers and the clockers know me so
Servin my muthafuckin outta cheap motels
Cookin chickens in the kitchen to hoes
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 goin strong each day
My little homie larry swallowed five dubs and away
Chickens in my drawers collectin funds
wear boxer shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun's
Infrared cos niggas try to
See I'm sellin and they gettin chicken scratch
There no match for this killin-ass baller
Call a shot like at&t and touch all of
I'm countin in my sleep
I used to count
But the chickens give me heap, so catch the
The fuck off, I love it when my stack
Yeah, fuckin round the funky chicken

Straight believin in flake s-p-i
gettin high off your own supply

Clockers walk around the track pickin like bird seed
Mix a little crack with some weed
But I mob in my chicken sittin on triple gold
With just today twenty chicken
And niggas love me cos I'm 205
And when I stay alive put scrilla out for my life
You put a hit out on me, I put one out on you
You murder who? slugs full of dirt for you
The underground villain, seller
Slingin birds out the trunk, a 95
Stayin under from crooked-ass federalies
And leavin niggas who don't pay me shot up in the
Murderin and I'm quick up out the scenery
Showin you niggas what my scrilla really 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 another mission
Finna serve some of that funky chicken

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

Yeah, you gotta your muthafuckin shit
Niggas try to get you for your caine, nigga
You the rules, nigga
Yeah, never the other muthafucka's greed
Straight

And when rollin in your muthafuckin drop
Or whatever ridin in
Nigga, don't the music up too goddamn loud
Cos muthafuckas'll up on you and straight
Shoot you in your muthfafuckin and drag 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
Cookin chickens in the kitchen, nigga, like shake 'n
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