Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

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

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

Don't bite off something that you chew
And don't trail behind when I'm coming
Fronting the feel that you 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 to boot
We count to ten before we the crews
Now that's family equipped with the and the sisters
And the and the brothers, and all the others

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

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

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

In words this is rose
You see what I mean? Or see Grandpa Bam saw
The funk we is unstable
One if I am able to say

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

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

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

For we are beyond the
crazy, but still it sounds 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 Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm saying
Funky, funky that always stay in swing
I believe we our own thing

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

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

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

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 pair of boots for a new piece of
Sweet daddy are you there? B is on the cut

back for a rap that's laid back
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 the mood of Jungle and Daisies
Play the same and let the grace me
All hold and let's walk about
And form a circle and talk

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

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