Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

Me, Plug Three, the one they call Huey
The one that gets all the
All the
Maybe right

A fat fruit with a whole lot of tang
A little called, doing our own thang
Breaking the beat others they broke
Baseline so dope that you just might

Don't bite off something that you can't
And don't trail behind when I'm coming
Fronting the that you really can't feel
'Cause you're trying to what's on my reel 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 ready, gazing at the dollar fill of rap
The cool June bugs, the wicks, the
the rhythms for what it being, and praise the Lord for the JB's

We're doing our own
doing 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 we transmit is unstable
One condition if I am to say

Yes you may, well hey, get on with it
Vocal is thrown, sometimes spitted
Out the vents of hecklers and
Either which way all hop on the van

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

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

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

Don't be mad, be I missed the plane, I'm staying
With my Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm
Funky, funky rhymes that always in swing
I we doing our own thing

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

Well my family sets all the
From soul to soul, large to ends
And I all my like kill?
'Cause that's the money's at honey

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

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

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

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

In the mood of Jungle and Daisies
the same and let the vibes grace me
All hold and let's walk about
And form a and talk about

follow the path that we're stepping
Truth to the soul is I'm cramming
Reasons for this is the strong
And like Bob said, "We're jammin'"

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