Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Chickens

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

Four chickens in a
Make a nigga wanna
Colonel sanders ain't poppin,
Big fat baby huey, they can purchase
Got the whole hood ballin, nigga, churches
Fools in the city the fuck up dead
Cos I'm servin chickens than foghorn leg
Feds wanna know a nigga reside
Cos the nuggets I'm sellin ain't fried
See, I it to a certain degree
Sometimes a nigga sellin quarter pounders with cheese
But it ain't or burger king
Cos muthafuckas goin gettin caught with hot wings
Ba-da-ba-ba that lleyo
Them feds play, hoe
Say no if ask you if you seen
A nigga wearin braids slinig birds out a pinto
Smokin indo to my hitman
Put your ass six feet under like
Get some slugs and a shower
Got the cocaine, money and power
Takes a lickin and on tickin, movin, stickin
Fuckin round with the chicken

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

The world was a big fat
Waitin for a nigga like me to get her
See, the ballers and the know me so well
Servin my muthafuckin outta cheap motels
Cookin chickens in the to smoked-out hoes
Collect the shit in my lungs, the shit in my nose
See, let a real nigga it
I niggas swallow they lley, shit it out and still sell it
Keep the goin strong each day
My little homie larry swallowed five dubs and passed
Chickens in my drawers collectin them
Can't wear boxer shorts, gotta dun-dun-dun-dun's
Infrared cos try to jack
See I'm sellin and they gettin chicken scratch
There ain't no for this killin-ass baller
a shot like at&t and touch all of y'all
I'm countin chickens in my
I used to sheep
But the chickens me heap, so catch the tweak
The fuck off, I love it when my stack
Yeah, fuckin round with the chicken

Straight believin in flake from
gettin high off your own supply

Clockers walk around the track doves like bird seed
Mix a little crack with some weed
But I mob in my chicken coupe sittin on gold
With just twenty chicken sold
And niggas 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 murder who? slugs full of dirt for you
The villain, chicken seller
Slingin birds out the trunk, a 95
Stayin from these crooked-ass federalies
And leavin 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 to the lley slingin chickens
Got me slingin in the shower, two birds four hours
my ass and I'm on another mail mission
Finna serve some more of that chicken

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

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

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 don't give a if you're strapped or not, nigga
This lley ain't no muthafuckin joke

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