Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

Me, Plug Three, the one call Baby 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 others wished they
Baseline so that you just might choke

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

A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to
We count to ten before we pass the
Now that's family equipped with the brothers and the
And the sisters and the brothers, and all the

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

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

Isn't it cool when you cut hair
And the blood is red instead of sellout
is not the music for an R n' B mind
This is flower with a vine

In words this is rose
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 confetti is thrown, sometimes
Out the of hecklers and fans
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, it's now to spark

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

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

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

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

my family sets all the trends
From soul to soul, to lose ends
And I all my groups kill?
'Cause that's where the at honey

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

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

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

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

In comes the mood of Jungle and
Play the same and let the grace me
All hold hands and walk about
And form a and talk about

Don't follow the path we're stepping
Truth to the soul is what I'm
Reasons for this is the strong
And like Bob 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?