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 something called, doing our own
the beat others wished they broke
Baseline so dope that you just choke

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

A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to
We count to ten before we the crews
Now that's family equipped with the brothers and the
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 fill of rap
The cool June bugs, the wicks, the
Praise the rhythms for what it being, and praise the for the JB's

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

it cool when you cut your hair
And the blood is red of sellout green
is not the music for an R n' B mind
This is flower intertwined with a

In other words is rose
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, well hey, let's get on it
confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted
Out the vents of hecklers and
Either which way all hop on the van

The band, the band, here the band
The of fingers 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 plane back to
with my brothers and I learned a lot from them
About the group, how to be smooth and funky
And sometimes it's kind of funky, but it's cool

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

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

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

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

Yeah, the filled with copycats
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
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 pair of for a new piece of butt
Sweet daddy are you Sammy B is on the cut

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

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

Don't follow the that we're stepping
Truth to the soul is I'm cramming
Reasons for this is the strong
And Bob Marley said, "We're jammin'"

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