Luyện nghe bài hát King Kunta

I got a to pick
I don't want you monkey mouth motherfuckers in my throne again
(Aye aye nigga whats nigga, K Dot back in the hood nigga)
I'm mad (He mad), but I ain't
friends, one question

Bitch you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game got the whole talkin', King Kunta
Everybody cut the legs off him, Kunta
Black man taking no
Bitch you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got the world talkin', King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the off him

you got the yams (What's the yams?)
The yam is the that be
You can smell it I'm walking down the street
(Oh yes we can, oh yes we can)
I can dig rapping, but a rapper with a writer?
What the fuck happened? (Oh no) I swore I wouldn't
But most of y'all share bars, like you got the bottom bunk in a two man
(A two man cell)
Something's in the (Something's in the water)
And if I got a brown for some gold then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller

Bitch you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the got the whole world talkin', King Kunta
Everybody cut the legs off him, Kunta
Black man taking no
where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got the whole talkin', King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the off him

you got the yams (What's the yams?)
The yam brought it out of Richard
Manipulated Bill Clinton with
24/7, 365 days two
I was contemplatin' on stage
Just to go back to the see my enemies and say

Bitch where you I was walkin'?
Now I run the game got the world talkin', King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the off him, Kunta
man taking no losses
Bitch where you I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got the whole talkin', King Kunta
wanna cut the legs off him

(You mouth mammy fucker)
I was gonna kill a couple rappers but they did it to
Everybody's suicidal don't even need my help
This is elementary, I'll probably go to jail
If I shoot at your and bounce to the left
Stuck a flag in my city, screamin' "Compton"
I should run for Mayor when I'm done, to be honest
And I put that on my Mama and my boo too
million walkin' out the court buildin', woo woo!
Ah yeah, the judge
I made it 25 and there I was
A little headed nigga with the world behind him
ain't shit but a fat vagina
Screamin' "Annie are you ok? are you ok?"
Limo tinted the gold plates
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the
From a peasant to a to a motherfuckin' king

Bitch where was you I was
(By the time you hear the next pop, the funk shall be you)
Now I run the game got the whole talkin', King Kunta
wanna cut the legs off him, (King) Kunta
Black man taking no
where was you when I was walkin'
Now I run the got the whole world talkin', King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the off him

(Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk)
We want the
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' it)
We want the
(Now if I you the funk, you gon' take it)
We the funk
(Now if I give you the funk, you gon' it)
We want the
(Do you the funk?)
We the funk
(Do you the funk?)
We want the
(Now if I you the funk, you gon' take it)
We the funk

I remember you was conflicted, misusing your