Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Chickens

Yeah
east bay gangster
Back in muthafuckin face
Rollin in my muthafuckin coupe
Muthafuckin black-on-black
Triple d's and shit
Spice muthafuckin one
Straight

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

Straight believin in flake from
Never high off your own supply

The world was a big fat
Waitin for a nigga me to get behind her
See, the ballers and the know me so well
Servin my muthafuckin ki's cheap motels
Cookin chickens in the to smoked-out hoes
the shit in my lungs, collect the shit in my nose
See, let a real tell it
I seen swallow they lley, shit it out and still sell it
Keep the hustle strong each 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 they chicken scratch
There ain't no match for killin-ass baller
Call a shot like at&t and all of y'all
I'm countin chickens in my
I to count sheep
But the give me heap, so catch the tweak
The fuck off, I it when my stack thicken
Yeah, fuckin round with the funky

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

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

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

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

Just get in funk behind them
uncut peruvian flavor
Cookin in the kitchen, nigga, like shake 'n bake
me chef ? ? ?
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