Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

Me, Plug Three, the one they call Huey
The one that all the money
All the
that's right

A fat funky with a whole lot of tang
A little something called, our own thang
Breaking the beat wished they broke
Baseline so that you just might choke

bite off something that you can't chew
And don't behind when I'm coming through
Fronting the feel that you really feel
'Cause you're trying to feel what's on my to reel

A tree is growing, you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot
We count to ten before we the crews
Now that's family with the brothers and the sisters
And the sisters and the brothers, and all the

the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs
It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready, gazing at the dollar of rap
The cool June bugs, the wicks, the
Praise the for what it being, and praise the Lord for the JB's

doing our own thang
We're our own thang
We're our own thang
doing our own thang

Isn't it when you cut your hair
And the is red instead of sellout green
This is not the music for an R n' B
This is flower intertwined a vine

In other words this is
You see I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam saw
The funk we transmit is
One condition if I am to say

Yes you may, hey, let's get on with it
Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes
Out the of hecklers and fans
Either which way all hop on the van

The band, the band, comes the band
The tribe of fingers all on one
Me, myself, and I is
Monie Love the mouthpiece, now yours to spark

Sister Monie, the only one here who a plane back to London
Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot them
About the group, how to be smooth and funky
And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's

For we are the stereotypes
Co-ordination crazy, but still it sounds
Rocking off and on beat, and I do believe I'm right, right
Am I Yes, son

be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying
With my Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm
Funky, rhymes that always stay in swing
I believe we doing our own

doing our own thang
We're doing our own
We're doing our own
doing our own thang

Well my family sets all the
From to soul, large to lose ends
And I all my groups like
'Cause that's where the at honey

Yeah, the industry's filled with
R n' B mixed sloppy raps
Tribes like us always open
But for, so you can get yours?

You ain't in to it, all you is profit
So I ask you to stop it
me alone, get off my bone
'Cause I'm my own

A new seed, a new
A new man you to feed the
A new pair of boots for a new of butt
Sweet daddy are you there? B is on the cut

Spinning back for a rap that's laid
Ready to kick back, get no slack
I may rock a rhyme or I may to sing
But still, I'm doing my own

In comes the mood of and Daisies
the same and let the vibes grace me
All hold hands and walk about
And a circle and talk about

follow the path that we're stepping
Truth to the is what I'm cramming
Reasons for is the family's strong
And Bob Marley said, "We're jammin'"

Seeing is believing, so see and
And let the of the new proceed
A whole of love, peace signs, and fun
So do what's got to be done, you know?