Luyện nghe bài hát In The Trunk

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Where they at, where at, where they at

I sold tapes every day me and B
Been famous 1983
me ten dollars, and you straight get blessed
A rap all you called the special request
Oakland, you I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and
When put vogues on any car
6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this
I made 7 whole albums with no Brown
And even I love his music, I just can't stand
The way they used it all up and pay the man
And after 2 albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't records in the East
Now funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I guess y'all don't know
Why some rappers can't sell no tapes
It's not the company's fault, the shit sounds
You wanna be in the trunk, the booming box
While the young ride on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so pass it
And stop kissing them white folks
It's like you a whole damn key
You rap so fast you keep leaving the
I'm from the old school, I P-Funk
But now rap music is all that they
So when I'm in my car, I Clinton
And when I'm on the I start pimping
And when I hear shit, I push eject
I throw it out the window with the rejects
And when the core rappers go soft
I like to watch when they ass off
ain't nothing worth kicking like a sucka MC
And any other rappers talk about me
I don't stop rapping, that's all can say
And how I dogg bitches, day
But if you can't be a dogg, then you're
You be phony like a side show
rappers try to come off positive
Where I'm from that ain't how it is
They say rap is here to stay
But the sucka MC's think that way
It took 8 years before I got my break
So I why rapper's make fake ass tapes
You won't get paid I did, so give up punk
And while in the studio, I'm in the trunk
You got no choice, so don't that coin
ain't the military, so you punks can't join
It ain't pop, called underground rap
From California and the shit sounds phat
I'm raps to my motherfucking homies
That's why they to the one and only
I to be broke, but now we all used to be
Got no for a bitch, all the game is for me
And these bitches, say shit to me
They could never could fuck Short baby
I'm not a tounge twisting with a funny style
Don't dress hip hop and dance real
But I do sell like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm just another
I find the beat and then switch
Grab the microphone and then you a bitch
You want rent money, I got money
One thing's for sure, I give it to a hoe
I throw a bitch in the god trunk
And start that Oakland funk
Short Dogg's in the house, again
Trying to fade the platnum, with Shorty the
And I do, I'm going straight to the bank
Withdraw money and buy some dank
You can't relate to my motherfucking
That's why they listen to the one and
I up on the funk called P
But these motherfuckers up on me
And if I ego trip, and my is fucked
I take my ass back, to I grew up
And get real boy, it's too late
I do like you and make a weak ass tape
I'm in the

In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk, in, in the
In the beating down the block

In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk beating the block