Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

Me, Plug Three, the one they Baby Huey
The one that all the money
All the
Maybe that's

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

bite off something that you can't chew
And don't trail behind when I'm through
Fronting the feel that you really feel
'Cause you're trying to what's 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 pass the
Now that's equipped with the brothers and the sisters
And the and the brothers, and all the others

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
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 cool when you cut your
And the blood is red of sellout green
This is not the music for an R n' B
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, spitted
Out the of hecklers and fans
Either way they all hop on the van

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

Sister Monie, the only one who missed a plane back to London
Residing with my 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 believe I'm right, right
Am I Yes, son

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

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

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

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

You in to it, all you want 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 of boots for a new piece of butt
Sweet are you there? Sammy B is on the cut

Spinning back for a rap 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 and Daisies
Play the same and let the vibes me
All hold hands and walk about
And a circle and talk about

Don't follow the path we're stepping
Truth to the soul is what I'm
for this is the family's 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?