Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Chickens

Yeah
east bay gangster
Back in your muthafuckin
Rollin in my muthafuckin coupe
Muthafuckin caddy
Triple d's and shit
Spice one knowmsayin
Straight

Four in a coop
a nigga wanna shoop
Colonel ain't poppin, droppin
Big fat baby huey, ki's they can
Got the whole hood ballin, nigga, churches
Fools in the city turn the 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 it to a certain degree
Sometimes a nigga even sellin quarter pounders with
But it ain't mcdonald's or king
Cos muthafuckas goin under gettin with hot wings
slingin that lleyo
Them don't play, hoe
Say no if ask you if you seen
A young nigga wearin braids birds out a pinto
Smokin indo talkin to my
Put ass six feet under like quicksand
Get some and a golden shower
Got the muthafuckin cocaine, and power
Takes a and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin
Fuckin round the funky chicken

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

The was a big fat vagina
for a nigga like me to get behind her
See, the ballers and the clockers know me so
Servin my muthafuckin outta cheap motels
Cookin chickens in the kitchen to hoes
Collect the shit in my lungs, collect the shit in my
See, let a real tell 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
Chickens in my drawers collectin them
Can't boxer shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun's
Infrared cos try to jack
See I'm sellin chickens and gettin 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 in my sleep
I used to count
But the give me heap, so catch the tweak
The fuck off, I love it when my thicken
Yeah, fuckin round with the funky

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

Clockers walk around the track doves like bird seed
Mix a little crack some dirt weed
But I mob in my coupe sittin on triple gold
With just twenty chicken sold
And niggas love me cos I'm 205
And I stay 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 of dirt for you
The underground villain, seller
birds out the trunk, a 95 goodfella
Stayin under from crooked-ass federalies
And niggas who don't pay me shot up in the alley
Murderin swift and I'm quick up out the
Showin you niggas my scrilla really mean to me
Cos I'm addicted to the slingin chickens
Got me slingin in the shower, two every four hours
Watch my ass and I'm on mail mission
serve some more of that funky chicken

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

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

And you're rollin in your muthafuckin drop
Or whatever ridin in
Nigga, don't have the music up too loud
Cos ride up on you and straight
Shoot you in your muthfafuckin head and drag you up out shit
They don't 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 in the kitchen, nigga, like shake 'n bake
me chef ? ? ?
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