Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

Me, Three, the one they call Baby Huey
The one gets all the money
All the
Maybe right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes you may, well hey, let's get on it
Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes
Out the vents of 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, now yours to spark

Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to
Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from
the group, how to be smooth and play 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, you're
Am I Yes, son

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

We're doing our own
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 ends
And I all my like kill?
that's where the money's at honey

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

You ain't in to it, all you want is
So I ask you please to it
Leave me alone, get off my
'Cause I'm 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 that's laid
Ready to kick back, those get no
I may rock a rhyme or I may to sing
But still, I'm doing my own

In comes the of Jungle and Daisies
Play the and let the vibes grace me
All hold and let's walk about
And form a and talk about

Don't the path that we're stepping
Truth to the soul is what I'm
Reasons for this is the family's
And Bob Marley 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 do what's got to be done, you know?