Luyện nghe bài hát Machine Gun Funk

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

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

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

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

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 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 live for the funk, die for the funk

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

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

Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, the crimes now
Come on the ave, I'm real to find now
I'm knee deep 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, 'cause when you hit the
I got gin, mad blunts, and suckin' dick
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
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, I'll die for the
I live for the funk, die for the funk

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

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

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

wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and 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 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
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