Luyện nghe bài hát In The Trunk

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Where they at, they at, where they at

I sold every day me and Freddy B
famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you get blessed
A rap all about you called the request
Oakland, you know I go way
To nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
When put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend
Whole fucked around and started smoking D
Every rap I made was about this town
I made 7 whole with no James Brown
And even though I his music, I just can't stand
The way used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell in the East
Now funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I y'all fools don't know
Why good rappers can't sell no tapes
It's not the company's fault, the shit sounds
You wanna be in the trunk, with the 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 you keep leaving the beat
I'm from the old school, I love
But now rap music is all that want
So when I'm in my car, I Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I pimping
And when I your shit, I push eject
Then I throw it out the window the rejects
And when the hard rappers go soft
I like to when they ass fall off
ain't nothing worth kicking like a sucka MC
And any other rappers ever 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 weak
You be phony like a side freak
Some rappers try to come off
Where I'm from just ain't how it is
say rap music is here to stay
But the sucka MC's don't think way
It took 8 years before I got my break
So I wonder why rapper's make ass tapes
You won't get like I did, so give up punk
And your in the studio, I'm in the trunk
You got no choice, so flip that coin
This ain't the military, so you punks join
It ain't pop, it's called rap
From Oakland California and the shit sounds
I'm spitting raps to my homies
That's why they to the one and only
I used to be broke, but now we all to be
Got no game for a bitch, all the is for me
And these bitches, can't say to me
They could never could with Short baby
I'm not a twisting rapper with a funny style
dress hip hop and dance real wild
But I do sell like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm just sucka
I find the beat and then switch
the microphone and then call you a bitch
You rent money, I got pimp money
One for sure, I won't give it to a hoe
I a bitch in the god damn trunk
And start slamming that Oakland
Dogg's in the house, once again
Trying to fade the platnum, Shorty the Pimp
And when I do, I'm going straight to the
Withdraw some and buy some dank
You relate to my motherfucking homies
That's why they to the one and only
I grew up on the called P
But motherfuckers growing up on me
And if I ego trip, and my head is
I take my ass back, to I grew up
And get real boy, never too late
Before I do like you and a weak ass tape
I'm in the

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

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