Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

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

A fat funky with a whole lot of tang
A little something called, doing our own
Breaking the beat others they broke
so dope that you just might choke

Don't bite off something that you can't
And don't behind when I'm coming through
Fronting the feel you really 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 white blue to boot
We to ten before we pass the crews
Now that's family equipped the brothers and the sisters
And the sisters and the brothers, and all the

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

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

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

In other words this is
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 hecklers and
Either way they all hop on the van

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

Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane to London
Residing with my and I learned a lot from them
About the group, how to be smooth and funky
And rated it's kind 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, you're
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, funky rhymes that always stay in
I believe we our own thing

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

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

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

You ain't in to it, all you want is
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 for a new piece of butt
daddy 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 or I may start to sing
But still, I'm my own thang

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

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

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