Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Mack 10

[Ice
Aiyyo, is Ice Cube the Don Mega. Don't worry about your time zone, get
your grind on. 60 of Funk, Volume 3. Final Chapter, yeah, ya-ay!

Flex]
Aight, my man Mack 10 gettin ready to all this.

10]
Yo, it, let the games begin
It's all to the good, out to the NYC from Inglewood
We can all get down, have loot, and get
So fuck the bi-coastal and bullshit
It's the that you know is gun-ho
Mack one-O, I bust bad bitches in pairs, one hoe
With ?tips? for the real niggas to it thorough
Much love to the East ghettos and the boroughs
Like E.F. Hutton, they listen I'm speakin
white trash, black niggas, to Puerto Ricans
Mack wanna blast when the itches
Plus I use it to bitches and hit switches
Check the menu, you it, I got it
Everything, hit to narcotics
Its all about the dough, rain, or snow
And the first fool to cross me the four-four
Then the phats on ?bun?, surprise you that one
And whoever like it, fuck em and eat a fat one
The to in the pen, I'll send you a kite
Cause its for the real niggas to unite
Like Funkmaster Flex, you know its all figures
We showed each other so now Flex is my nigga
I remember the day, if it was good you never it
No matter where you were from if it was you bought it
From to West Coast, its all the same
Its either run the game, or do the rap thang
Mack 10 keep it gangsta, all the way
Two heats on my hip, left and for the fight
So with that life

Flex]
Y'knaw mean, cause that's the way we it moving, baby.

Cube]
Yeah, Ice Cube, my man Funkmaster Flex, my man 10. It don't stop, The
Chapter. You know how we do it.

[Funkmaster
I still havin it, motherfucker. Aight, look out for that! Aight? Drop
that, don't miss it. I'm tired of nigas on me, a lot of nigga frontin
on me. Be-atch! Aight.