Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Chickens

Yeah
Muthafuckin east bay
Back in muthafuckin face
in my muthafuckin chicken coupe
Muthafuckin caddy
Triple d's and shit
Spice one knowmsayin
mobbin

Four chickens in a
Make a nigga shoop
Colonel sanders poppin, droppin
Big fat baby huey, ki's can purchase
Got the whole hood ballin, nigga, fuck
Fools in the city the fuck up dead
Cos I'm servin more chickens than leg
Feds wanna know where a reside
Cos the nuggets I'm sellin ain't fried
See, I boil it to a certain
a nigga even sellin quarter pounders with cheese
But it ain't or burger king
Cos muthafuckas goin gettin caught with hot wings
slingin that lleyo
Them feds play, hoe
Say no if they ask you if you
A young nigga wearin slinig birds out a pinto
Smokin talkin to my hitman
Put your ass six 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 with the funky

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

The world was a big fat
for a nigga like me to get behind her
See, the ballers and the 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 nigga tell it
I seen niggas swallow they lley, shit it out and sell it
Keep the hustle goin each day
My little homie larry swallowed five and passed away
Chickens in my drawers them funds
wear boxer shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun's
Infrared cos niggas try to
See I'm chickens and they gettin chicken scratch
ain't no match for this killin-ass baller
Call a shot like at&t and all of y'all
I'm countin in my sleep
I to count sheep
But the chickens give me heap, so catch the
The fuck off, I love it my stack thicken
Yeah, fuckin with the funky chicken

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

walk around the track pickin doves like bird seed
Mix a little crack some dirt weed
But I mob in my chicken sittin on triple gold
With just today twenty 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 of dirt for you
The underground villain, chicken
Slingin out the trunk, a 95 goodfella
Stayin under from these crooked-ass
And niggas who don't pay me shot up in the alley
Murderin and I'm quick up out the scenery
Showin you niggas what my scrilla really to me
Cos I'm addicted to the slingin chickens
Got me slingin in the shower, two birds every hours
my ass and I'm on another mail mission
Finna some more of that funky chicken

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

Yeah, you gotta watch your muthafuckin
Niggas try to get you for your caine, nigga
You know the rules,
Yeah, never understimate the other muthafucka's
game

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

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