Luyện nghe bài hát Town To Town

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They say nice guys finish last, but I'm the leader
Drinkin liters of with the heathens
and break the buzz, fuck the shavings
Collectin scratch for my savings the day ends
Cravings for music, collaborate at a
Faster than the speed of sound to go
No replicas, step to us, I guess the job was to us
To the phonics that kept you buzzed
And perkin, workin words, herbs
To niggas in 'burbs cause they too petro
To come to the
Mind you, all we do is find you, wave and gave you a
Come back but 50, they try to lift me
Off the but we ain't offerin crack, just bomb
No for alarm or bad karma, but arm yourself
Move in stealth, wealth is
are aluminated
I make the shit I think hit though some assume you hate it
I judgment when the fuzz lit, take a shit
Just another skit comin the pit of Babylon
But powerful like
the Decepticons
Music is magical like a
Kept you on point in many different
On Elektra, make you remember Medgar Evers and James
My sent from the heavens
I wish they Maddog at 7-11
I remember when niggas wore jackets
And Starter jackets and tactics
Had been and most of y'all mocked it
But put a in it (* gagging sound *) for a minute
I provide the funk and y'all rock it
As I spit it, admit it, oh

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It's Del the Funky
Goin from town to town to town and just makin
Reach out and hands
With the public and love it

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No technical or faultiness, you salt me with
plain-Jane-no-game-insane-to-the-brain
Don't need fuckin with the A
The A-Pluster plus the A way back in the day
For mind expansion enhancing
I'm raw with savagery, the majesty of all in
Wait, but isn't this a good way to
art to cart scrill to kill Satan
Plans for Daytons are past tense
ends so I won't be a has-been (You know it)
The question you been askin: Is Del that masked
Rollin through our cities rippin major venues
Like Whitney Houston like when I went to
My father is Texas, so next bust a rhyme for times
I felt it was no hope, but no factors you
Made me hatred and made me wanna make it
When I'm in the Bay say (Del, how you doin, man?)
I ain't no rap star that act hard, speak
I leak lyrics, freak lyrics, secrete
my spirits
Tyranny for all who of me
Bomb in a bong, my feet in a
On a beach with a biatch Bonbon
Called her on the Intercong, John Owens
Better known as Casual to y'all not
About flowin, cause your are all stolen
Another dip on the cause task force patrollin
But blunts too fat to measure
national treasure for pleasure
Resurrect tracks like this my childhood
Before it was a wild hood
on wood

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My beats are
Let's call a peace
And to it
I'm quick to do it, are
So funk you can't kick it with my crew
Other than when it's to get blue?
(Shame on you)
I want me a girl that's
Doin shit and too belligerent
it, chillin backyard barbecue
Not trippin off what are to you
Jealousy, well see
a lot of that in Oakland
It when niggas started smokin
And snortin hop, pop
I the melodies
But not the topics you are selling me
Del is of confinements
My mind bendin fragile and
I choose to stay like Fraggles
In battles I'm to win
you smoke bud I drink gin
It in while everyone else act on it
I macked on it but not too far from
push me, I'm not a pussy
I wish we could gather at a function, drink lager
And bust hymns of funk and flav
the slaves that are our ancestors
Would blessed if we did that
Before we rap
Now it's children syntax
Ever it been on wax
And the facts, believe it, don't mislead it
And don't do the shit if you don't it
And real, you might not be but I am
The truth's gonna you in the face, so why scam?

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