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 one knowmsayin
Straight

Four chickens in a
Make a wanna shoop
Colonel sanders ain't poppin,
Big fat baby huey, they can purchase
Got the whole hood ballin, nigga, fuck
Fools in the city the fuck up dead
Cos I'm servin more than foghorn leg
Feds wanna where a nigga reside
Cos the I'm sellin ain't kentucky fried
See, I boil it to a degree
Sometimes a nigga even sellin pounders with cheese
But it ain't mcdonald's or king
Cos muthafuckas goin under caught with hot wings
slingin that lleyo
Them feds play, hoe
Say no if ask you if you seen
A young nigga wearin braids birds out a pinto
Smokin talkin to my hitman
Put your ass six under like quicksand
Get some slugs and a golden
Got the muthafuckin cocaine, and power
Takes a and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin
round with the funky chicken

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

The world was a big fat
Waitin for a nigga like me to get 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 lley, shit it out and still sell it
Keep the hustle goin strong day
My little homie swallowed five dubs and passed 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 chickens and gettin chicken scratch
ain't no match for this killin-ass baller
Call a shot at&t and touch all of y'all
I'm countin in my sleep
I to count sheep
But the chickens me heap, so catch the tweak
The fuck off, I love it when my stack
Yeah, round with the funky chicken

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

Clockers walk around the track pickin doves bird seed
Mix a little with some dirt weed
But I mob in my chicken sittin on triple gold
With just twenty chicken sold
And love me cos I'm straight 205
And when I stay alive niggas put scrilla out for my
You put a hit out on me, I put one out on you
You wanna murder who? slugs full of for you
The underground villain, chicken
birds out the trunk, a 95 goodfella
Stayin under these crooked-ass federalies
And leavin who don't pay me shot up in the alley
Murderin and I'm quick up out the scenery
Showin you niggas what my really mean to me
Cos I'm addicted to the slingin chickens
Got me slingin in the shower, two birds every hours
Watch my ass and I'm on another mission
Finna serve some more of that funky

Yeah you know what I'm
mobbin and shit
About 30 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 know the rules,
Yeah, understimate the other muthafucka's greed
Straight

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

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