Luyện nghe bài hát In The Trunk

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Where they at, where they at, they at

I sold every day me and Freddy B
Been famous since
me ten dollars, and you straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the request
Oakland, you know I go way
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's burners
got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started 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 can't
The way they it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me
I don't sell records in the East
Now funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I guess y'all fools don't
Why some good can't sell no tapes
It's not the fault, the shit sounds fake
You be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young bitches ride on your
You can't do it like this homey, so just it
And stop kissing them folks asses
It's like you smoked a whole key
You rap so fast you keep the beat
I'm from the old school, I P-Funk
But now rap is all that they want
So when I'm in my car, I Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I pimping
And when I hear your shit, I eject
Then I it out the window with the rejects
And when the hard core rappers go
I like to watch they ass fall off
Cause ain't worth kicking like a sucka MC
And any other ever talk about me
I don't stop rapping, all they can say
And how I bitches, every day
But if you be a dogg, then you're weak
You be phony like a show freak
Some rappers try to come off
Where I'm from just ain't how it is
They say rap music is here to
But the sucka don't think that way
It took 8 long years before I got my
So I wonder why rapper's make fake ass
You won't get paid like I did, so 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 can't join
It ain't pop, it's underground rap
From Oakland California and the shit sounds
I'm spitting to my motherfucking homies
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 tounge twisting rapper a funny style
dress hip hop and dance real wild
But I do sell records like a
Even though you I'm just another sucka
I find the beat and then never
Grab the microphone and then call you a
You rent money, I got pimp money
One thing's for sure, I won't it to a hoe
I throw a bitch in the god trunk
And slamming that Oakland funk
Dogg's in the house, once again
Trying to fade the platnum, Shorty the Pimp
And when I do, I'm straight to the bank
Withdraw some and buy some dank
You can't to my motherfucking homies
That's why they 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 take my ass back, to I grew up
And get real boy, 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 trunk down the block

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