Luyện nghe bài hát Machine Gun Funk

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

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

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

Sticks and stones break bones, but the kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the
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, 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, die for the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the

All I is bitches, big booty bitches
to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
Now I pack gats, to stop all the
From stayin' in my business, what is

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

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

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

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side,
How I funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan'

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

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

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

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