Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Chickens

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

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

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

The world was a big fat
for a nigga like me to get behind her
See, the and the clockers know me so well
Servin my muthafuckin ki's outta cheap
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 they lley, shit it out and still it
the hustle goin strong each day
My little homie larry swallowed five dubs and away
in my drawers collectin them funds
Can't wear boxer shorts, gotta wear
cos niggas try to jack
See I'm sellin chickens and they gettin chicken
There no match for this killin-ass baller
Call a like at&t and touch all of y'all
I'm countin in my sleep
I used to sheep
But the chickens give me heap, so catch the
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 pickin doves bird seed
Mix a little with some dirt weed
But I mob in my chicken coupe on triple gold
With today twenty chicken sold
And niggas love me cos I'm 205
And when I stay niggas put scrilla out for my life
You put a hit out on me, I put one out on you
You wanna murder who? full of dirt for you
The villain, chicken seller
Slingin out the trunk, a 95 goodfella
under from these crooked-ass federalies
And leavin niggas who don't pay me up in the alley
Murderin swift and I'm quick up out the
Showin you what my scrilla really mean to me
Cos I'm addicted to the lley slingin
Got me slingin in the shower, two every four hours
Watch my ass and I'm on another mission
Finna serve more of that funky chicken

Yeah you know I'm sayin
mobbin and shit
About 30 ki's in the trunk
know what time it is

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

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

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