Luyện nghe bài hát In The Trunk

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Where at, where they at, where they at

I sold tapes day me and Freddy B
Been famous since
Give me ten dollars, and you get blessed
A rap all about you called the request
Oakland, you know I go way
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and
When put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking
Everybody got to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started D
Every rap I ever made was about this
I 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And though I love his music, I just can't stand
The way they it all up and didn't pay the man
And 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't records in the East
Now funky, I say pussy on an old hoe
I guess y'all don't know
Why some good rappers sell no tapes
It's not the company's fault, the shit fake
You be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young ride on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so just it
And stop them white folks asses
like you smoked a whole damn key
You rap so fast you keep the beat
I'm from the old school, I love
But now rap music is all they want
So I'm in my car, I play Clinton
And I'm on the stage I start pimping
And when I hear shit, I push eject
Then I it out the window with the rejects
And the hard core rappers go soft
I like to watch when they ass off
Cause nothing worth kicking like a sucka MC
And any other ever talk about me
I don't rapping, that's all they can say
And how I bitches, every day
But if you can't be a dogg, then you're
You be phony like a side freak
Some rappers try to off positive
I'm from that just ain't how it is
They say rap is here to stay
But the sucka MC's don't think way
It took 8 long years I got my break
So I why rapper's make fake ass tapes
You won't get paid like I did, so up punk
And while your in the studio, I'm in the
You got no choice, so don't flip coin
This ain't the military, so you punks can't
It ain't pop, called underground rap
From California and the shit sounds phat
I'm raps to my motherfucking homies
That's why listen to the one and only
I used to be broke, but now we all to be
Got no game for a bitch, all the is for me
And these bitches, can't say to me
They could could fuck with Short baby
I'm not a tounge twisting rapper with a funny
Don't dress hip hop and real wild
But I do records like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm just another
I find the beat and then never
Grab the microphone and then you a bitch
You want rent money, I got money
One thing's for sure, I give it to a hoe
I a bitch in the god damn trunk
And slamming that Oakland funk
Short Dogg's in the house, once
Trying to fade the platnum, with the Pimp
And when I do, I'm straight to the bank
Withdraw money and buy some dank
You can't to my motherfucking homies
why they listen to the one and only
I grew up on the called P
But motherfuckers growing up on me
And if I ego trip, and my head is
I take my ass back, to I grew up
And get boy, it's never too late
Before I do like you and a weak ass tape
I'm in the

In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk beating the block

In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk beating the block