Luyện nghe bài hát Machine Gun Funk

So you be hardcore
With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in raps
But I can't feel that hardcore
you're screamin, baby, I'm dreamin'

This ain't Williams, still some
got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
To let niggaz know, that if you with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in ass like a wedgie

Says Says me, The Lyrical
sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left the alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggaz actin'

Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll you quicker
Especially I'm drunk off the liquor
funk by the boxes, packin' glocks is
Natural to eat you niggaz chocolates
The funk

I live for the funk, I'll die for the
I live for the funk, I'll die for the
I live for the funk, I'll die for the
I live for the funk, die for the funk

I live for the funk, die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the
I live for the funk, die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk

All I is bitches, big booty bitches
Used to crack, so I could stack my riches
Now I gats, to stop all the snitches
stayin' in my business, what is this?

Relentless approach, to know if I'm or not
Just 'cause I joke and a lot
mean I don't tote the glock
Sixteen for my niggaz in the pen
we motherfuckin' meet again

Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, fuck the now
Come on the ave, I'm hard to find now
'Cause I'm knee in the beats
In the Land Jeep with the Mac-10 by the seats

For the jackers, the jealous ass in the
I'll make you that it's bulletproof
Hold ya head, when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and suckin' dick
The baby

I live for the funk, die for the funk
I live for the funk, die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk

I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the

So I guess you the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head
shot clip if a nigga wan' test

The rocket launcher, Biggie ya
as a motherfuckin' helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, a misdeameanor
Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike Tina

love, got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling
I got bags of funk, and sellin' by the tons

Niggaz wanna know, how I live the life
Making money smoking mics crack pipes
It's type simple and to maintain
I add a funk to the brain
The baby

I live for the funk, die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the
I live for the funk, die for the funk
I live for the funk, die for the funk

I live for the funk, die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I live for the funk, die for the funk
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