Luyện nghe bài hát In The Trunk

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Where at, where they at, where they at

I sold tapes day me and Freddy B
Been since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you straight get
A rap all you called the special request
Oakland, you I go way back
To nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
When homeboys put on any car
6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my beat
Whole town fucked around and started D
rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole with 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 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't records in the East
Now what's funky, I say 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 be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the bitches ride on your jock
You can't do it this homey, so just pass it
And kissing them white folks asses
It's like you smoked a damn key
You rap so fast you keep leaving the
I'm from the old school, I P-Funk
But now rap is all that they want
So I'm in my car, I play Clinton
And when I'm on the I start pimping
And when I hear your shit, I eject
Then I throw it out the window with the
And when the hard rappers go soft
I like to watch when they ass off
Cause ain't nothing worth kicking a sucka MC
And any other rappers ever about me
I stop rapping, that's all they can say
And how I bitches, every day
But if you can't be a dogg, then weak
You be phony like a show freak
Some rappers try to come off
I'm from that just ain't how it is
They say rap is here to stay
But the MC's don't think that way
It 8 long years before I got my break
So I wonder why rapper's make ass tapes
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 don't flip that
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 raps to my motherfucking 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 bitches, can't say shit to me
They could never could fuck with baby
I'm not a tounge twisting with a funny style
Don't hip hop and dance real wild
But I do records like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm just another
I find the beat and then switch
Grab the microphone and then call you a
You want rent money, I got pimp
One thing's for sure, I give it to a hoe
I throw a bitch in the god damn
And slamming that Oakland funk
Short in the house, once again
Trying to fade the platnum, with the Pimp
And when I do, I'm going to the bank
Withdraw money and buy some dank
You can't relate to my homies
why they listen to the one and only
I grew up on the funk P
But these growing up on me
And if I ego trip, and my head is
I take my ass back, to where I up
And get real boy, it's 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 down the block

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