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 that hardcore appeal
That screamin, baby, I'm dreamin'

ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one, I got to peel some
To let niggaz know, that if you fuck Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a

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

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

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

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

approach, to know if I'm broke or not
Just 'cause I and smoke a lot
Don't mean I tote the glock
Sixteen shots for my in the pen
Until we motherfuckin' meet

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

For the jackers, the jealous ass in the
I'll make you prove that bulletproof
Hold ya head, when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin'
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
I live for the funk, I'll die for the

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

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

The launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfuckin'
That's why I pack a nina, a misdeameanor
Beatin' motherfuckers Ike beat Tina

love, got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole
Strapped like bamboo, but I sling guns
I got of funk, and it's sellin' by the tons

wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making money mics like crack pipes
It's type and plain to maintain
I add a little to the brain
The baby

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