Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

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

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

Don't bite off that you can't chew
And don't trail behind when I'm through
Fronting the feel that you can't feel
you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel

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

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

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

In words this is rose
You see what I mean? Or see what Bam saw
The funk we 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 vents of and fans
Either way they all hop on the van

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

Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a 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 it's kind of funky, but it's

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't in to it, all you is profit
So I ask you please to 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 back for a rap laid back
Ready to kick back, those get no
I may rock a rhyme or I may start to
But still, I'm doing my own

In comes the of Jungle and Daisies
Play the same and let the vibes me
All hold hands and walk about
And form a circle and talk

Don't follow the path that 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 groove of the new
A whole bunch of love, signs, and fun
So do what's got to be done, you know?