Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

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

A fat funky fruit a whole lot of tang
A little called, doing our own thang
Breaking the beat others wished they
Baseline so dope that you might choke

Don't bite off that you can't chew
And don't trail behind when I'm coming
Fronting the that you really can't 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 the crews
Now that's equipped with the brothers and the sisters
And the sisters and the brothers, and all the

With the flairs, the bugged-out hairs
the life of Riley, I'm really ready, gazing at the dollar 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 doing our own
We're doing our own
We're doing our own

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

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

Yes you may, well hey, get on with it
confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted
Out the vents of hecklers and
which way they 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 back to London
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 it sounds hype
off and on beat, and I do believe I'm right, you're right
Am I Yes, son

Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm
With my Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the I'm saying
Funky, rhymes that always stay in swing
I believe we our own thing

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

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

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

You in to it, all you want is profit
So I ask you to stop it
Leave me alone, get off my
'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 daddy are you Sammy B is on the cut

Spinning back for a rap that's laid
to kick back, those get no slack
I may rock a rhyme or I may to sing
But still, I'm doing my own

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

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

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