Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

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

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

Don't bite off something that you chew
And trail behind when I'm coming 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 to ten before we pass the crews
Now that's family equipped with the brothers and the
And the and the brothers, and all the others

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

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

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

In other words this is
You see what I Or see what Grandpa Bam saw
The funk we 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 of hecklers and fans
which 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 the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark

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 kind of funky, but it's

For we are beyond the
crazy, but still it sounds hype
Rocking off and on beat, and I do I'm right, you're right
Am I Yes, son

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

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

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

Yeah, the industry's filled with
R n' B mixed with sloppy
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
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 of boots for a new piece of butt
Sweet daddy are you Sammy B is on the cut

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

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

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

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