Luyện nghe bài hát Machine Gun Funk

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

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

who? Says me, The Lyrical
Niggaz sayin', "Biggie off the street, a miracle"
Left the alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for 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
to eat you niggaz like chocolates
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 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

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

Relentless approach, to if I'm broke or not
Just 'cause I and smoke 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 hard to now
I'm knee deep in the beats
In the Land Jeep with 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 bitches suckin'
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 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 for the funk, I'll 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 wan' test

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

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

wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making smoking mics like crack pipes
type simple and plain to maintain
I add a little to the brain
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, 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, I'll die for the
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