Luyện nghe bài hát Machine Gun Funk

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

This Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel
To let know, that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a

who? Says me, The Lyrical
Niggaz sayin', "Biggie off the street, a miracle"
Left the drugs alone, took the along with me
Just for niggaz shifty

Sticks and break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, glocks is
Natural to eat you like chocolates
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, I'll die for the
I live for the funk, die for 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 for the funk, I'll die for the funk

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

Relentless approach, to if I'm broke or not
'cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don't mean I don't tote the
Sixteen shots for my in the pen
we motherfuckin' meet again

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

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

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

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

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

Niggaz wanna know, how I live the life
money smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and plain to
I add a little funk to the
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, 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, I'll die for the
I live for the funk, I'll die for the
I live for the funk, die for the funk
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