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 little something called, doing our own
Breaking the beat others wished they
Baseline so dope you just might choke

Don't off something that you can't chew
And don't behind when I'm coming through
Fronting the feel you really can't feel
'Cause trying to feel 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 family equipped the brothers and the sisters
And the and the brothers, and all the others

With the funky flairs, the hairs
It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready, gazing at the dollar of rap
The June bugs, the wicks, the wacks
the rhythms for what it being, and praise the Lord for the JB's

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

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

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

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

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

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

For we are the stereotypes
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 missed the plane, I'm
With my Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm
Funky, funky rhymes always stay in swing
I we doing our own thing

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

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

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

You ain't in to it, all you is profit
So I ask you to stop it
Leave me alone, get off my
I'm doing my own

A new seed, a new
A new man you to feed the
A new pair of boots for a new of butt
Sweet are you there? Sammy B is on the cut

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

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

Don't follow the that we're stepping
to the soul is what 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 bunch of love, peace signs, and fun
So let's do got to be done, you know?