Luyện nghe bài hát Machine Gun Funk

So you wanna be
your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps
But I can't feel hardcore appeal
you're 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, that if you fuck Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a

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

Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you
when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' is
Natural to eat you niggaz chocolates
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, 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, I'll die for the
I live for the funk, die for the funk

All I want is bitches, big bitches
Used to 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 I joke and smoke a lot
Don't I don't tote the glock
Sixteen shots for my in the pen
Until we meet again

Huh, I'm rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
'Cause I'm knee deep in the
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, 'cause you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches dick
The baby

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 for the funk, I'll die for the funk
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

So I guess you know the story, the rap-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
High as a helicopter
why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike Tina

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

Niggaz wanna know, how I live the life
Making money smoking mics like pipes
type simple and plain 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, 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, 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
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