Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Chickens

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

Four chickens in a
Make a wanna shoop
Colonel ain't poppin, droppin
Big fat baby huey, ki's they can
Got the whole ballin, nigga, fuck churches
in the city turn the fuck up dead
Cos I'm more chickens than foghorn leg
Feds wanna know where a nigga
Cos the nuggets I'm ain't kentucky fried
See, I boil it to a degree
a nigga even sellin quarter pounders with cheese
But it mcdonald's or burger king
Cos muthafuckas goin under gettin with hot wings
Ba-da-ba-ba that lleyo
Them don't play, hoe
Say no if they ask you if you
A young nigga braids slinig birds out a pinto
Smokin indo to my hitman
Put your ass six under like quicksand
Get some slugs and a golden
Got the muthafuckin cocaine, money and
Takes a and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin
Fuckin round with the funky

Straight believin in from s-p-i
gettin 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 outta cheap motels
Cookin chickens in the kitchen to hoes
the shit in my lungs, collect the shit in my nose
See, let a real nigga it
I seen swallow they lley, shit it out and still sell it
the hustle goin strong each day
My little homie larry swallowed five dubs and away
Chickens in my collectin them funds
Can't wear boxer shorts, wear dun-dun-dun-dun's
Infrared cos try to jack
See I'm sellin chickens and they chicken scratch
There ain't no match for this baller
a shot like at&t and touch all of y'all
I'm countin in my sleep
I used to sheep
But the give me heap, so catch the tweak
The off, I love it when my stack thicken
Yeah, round with the funky chicken

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

Clockers walk around the track pickin like bird seed
Mix a little with some dirt weed
But I mob in my chicken coupe sittin on gold
With just today chicken sold
And niggas me cos I'm straight 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 murder who? slugs full of dirt for you
The underground villain, seller
Slingin birds out the trunk, a 95
under from these crooked-ass federalies
And leavin niggas who don't pay me up in the alley
Murderin swift and I'm up out the scenery
Showin you niggas what my scrilla mean to me
Cos I'm addicted to the slingin chickens
Got me slingin in the shower, two birds four hours
my ass and I'm on another mail mission
Finna some more of that funky chicken

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

Yeah, you gotta watch your shit
will try to get you for your caine, nigga
You know the rules,
Yeah, never the other muthafucka's greed
game

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

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