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

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

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

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

I for the funk, I'll 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 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

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

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

Huh, I'm rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
Come on the ave, I'm hard 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 ass crackers in the
I'll make you prove that it's
Hold ya head, when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches dick
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, die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk
I for the funk, I'll die for the funk

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

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

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

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

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