Luyện nghe bài hát In The Trunk

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Where they at, they at, where they at

I sold every day me and Freddy B
famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you straight get
A rap all you called the special request
Oakland, you I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking
Everybody got to my dopefiend beat
town fucked around and started smoking D
Every rap I ever made was this town
I made 7 albums with no James Brown
And though I love his music, I just can't stand
The way used 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 fools don't
Why some good rappers can't no tapes
It's not the company's fault, the shit fake
You wanna be in the trunk, the booming box
While the young bitches on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so pass it
And stop kissing white folks asses
It's like you smoked a damn key
You rap so fast you keep the beat
I'm from the old school, I P-Funk
But now rap music is all they want
So when I'm in my car, I Clinton
And I'm on the stage I start pimping
And when I your shit, I push eject
Then I it out the window with the rejects
And when the hard rappers go soft
I like to watch they ass fall off
Cause nothing worth kicking like a sucka MC
And any other rappers talk about me
I don't stop rapping, that's all can say
And how I dogg bitches, day
But if you can't be a dogg, then you're
You be like a side show freak
Some rappers try to come off
Where I'm from that ain't how it is
They say rap is here to stay
But the sucka MC's don't that way
It took 8 long years before I got my
So I why rapper's make fake ass tapes
You won't get paid like I did, so up punk
And your in the studio, I'm in the trunk
You got no choice, so don't flip that
This ain't the military, so you punks join
It ain't pop, it's called rap
From California and the shit sounds phat
I'm spitting 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 never fuck with Short baby
I'm not a twisting rapper with a funny style
Don't hip hop and dance real wild
But I do records like a motherfucker
Even though you might I'm just sucka
I find the and then never switch
Grab the microphone and then call you a
You want rent money, I got pimp
One thing's for sure, I won't it to a hoe
I throw a bitch in the god trunk
And start slamming Oakland funk
Dogg's in the house, once again
Trying to fade the platnum, with the Pimp
And when I do, I'm going straight to the
Withdraw some money and buy dank
You relate to my motherfucking homies
That's why 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 my ass back, to where I grew up
And get real boy, never too late
Before I do like you and make a ass tape
I'm in the

In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk down the block

In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk, in, in the
In the trunk down the block