Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Chickens

Yeah
Muthafuckin east bay
Back in your muthafuckin
Rollin in my muthafuckin chicken
Muthafuckin black-on-black
Triple gold d's and
Spice muthafuckin one
mobbin

Four chickens in a
Make a nigga wanna
Colonel sanders poppin, droppin
Big fat baby huey, ki's can purchase
Got the whole hood ballin, nigga, churches
Fools in the city turn the up dead
Cos I'm servin chickens than foghorn leg
wanna know where a nigga reside
Cos the nuggets I'm sellin kentucky fried
See, I it to a certain degree
Sometimes a nigga even sellin quarter with cheese
But it mcdonald's or burger king
Cos muthafuckas under gettin caught with hot wings
Ba-da-ba-ba slingin that
Them feds play, hoe
Say no if ask you if you seen
A young nigga wearin slinig birds out a pinto
Smokin indo to my hitman
Put your ass six feet under quicksand
Get some slugs and a golden
Got the muthafuckin cocaine, and power
Takes a and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin
Fuckin with the funky chicken

Straight believin in flake from
Never gettin high off your own

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
Collect the in my lungs, collect the shit in my nose
See, let a real tell it
I niggas swallow they lley, shit it out and still sell it
Keep the hustle goin each day
My little homie larry swallowed five dubs and passed
Chickens in my collectin them 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
ain't no match for this killin-ass baller
Call a shot like at&t and touch all of
I'm countin chickens in my
I to count sheep
But the give me heap, so catch the tweak
The fuck off, I love it when my thicken
Yeah, fuckin round the funky chicken

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

Clockers walk around the track pickin doves like seed
Mix a little with some dirt weed
But I mob in my chicken coupe sittin on triple
With today twenty chicken sold
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 full of for you
The villain, chicken seller
birds out the trunk, a 95 goodfella
Stayin from these crooked-ass federalies
And leavin niggas who don't pay me shot up in the
Murderin swift and I'm quick up out the
Showin you niggas what my scrilla really to me
Cos I'm addicted to the lley slingin
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 I'm sayin
Straight and shit
About 30 ki's in the trunk
Niggas know what it is

Yeah, you gotta watch muthafuckin shit
Niggas will try to get you for your caine,
You know the rules,
Yeah, never understimate the other greed
Straight

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

Just get in funk them chickens
Straight uncut flavor
Cookin chickens in the kitchen, nigga, like shake 'n
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