Luyện nghe bài hát In The Trunk

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Where they at, where they at, where at

I sold tapes every day me and B
Been famous 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you straight get
A rap all about you called the special
Oakland, you know I go way
To nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
When homeboys put on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking
got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole fucked around and started smoking D
Every rap I ever made was this town
I made 7 whole albums no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just stand
The way they used it all up and pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me
Cause I sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say on an old hoe
I y'all fools don't know
Why some good rappers can't no tapes
not the company's fault, the shit sounds fake
You wanna be in the trunk, with the box
While the young ride on your jock
You do it like this homey, so just pass it
And kissing them white folks asses
like you smoked a whole damn key
You rap so you keep leaving the beat
I'm the old school, I love P-Funk
But now rap music is all they want
So when I'm in my car, I Clinton
And when I'm on the I start pimping
And when I hear your shit, I push
Then I throw it out the window 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 ever talk me
I don't stop rapping, all they can say
And how I bitches, every day
But if you can't be a dogg, then you're
You be phony a side show freak
Some rappers try to come off
Where I'm that just ain't how it is
They say rap is here to stay
But the sucka MC's don't think way
It took 8 long years I got my break
So I wonder why rapper's fake ass tapes
You get paid like I did, so give up punk
And while in the studio, I'm in the trunk
You got no choice, so flip that coin
This ain't the military, so you punks can't
It pop, it's called underground rap
From Oakland California and the sounds phat
I'm spitting raps to my motherfucking
That's why listen to the one and only
I used to be broke, but now we all to be
Got no for a bitch, all the game is for me
And these bitches, can't say to me
They never could fuck with Short baby
I'm not a twisting rapper with a funny style
Don't dress hip hop and dance wild
But I do sell records like a
Even though you might I'm just sucka
I find the beat and then never
Grab the microphone and call you a bitch
You want rent money, I got pimp
One thing's for sure, I won't it to a hoe
I a bitch in the god damn trunk
And start slamming that funk
Short Dogg's in the house, again
Trying to fade the platnum, Shorty the Pimp
And I do, I'm going straight to the bank
Withdraw some money and buy dank
You relate to my motherfucking homies
That's why listen to the one and only
I grew up on the funk P
But these motherfuckers up on me
And if I ego trip, and my head is
I my ass back, to where I grew up
And get boy, it's never 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 down the