Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

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

A fat funky with a whole lot of tang
A something called, doing our own thang
Breaking the others wished they broke
Baseline so dope 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 that you can't feel
'Cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to

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

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
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
doing our own thang

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

In words this is rose
You see what I mean? Or see what Bam saw
The funk we transmit is
One condition if I am to say

Yes you may, hey, let's get on with 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 fingers all on one
Me, myself, and I is
Monie Love the mouthpiece, now yours to spark

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

For we are the stereotypes
Co-ordination crazy, but 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 the plane, I'm staying
With my Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm saying
Funky, funky rhymes that always in swing
I believe we our own thing

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

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

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

You ain't in to it, all you is profit
So I ask you please to it
me alone, get off my bone
'Cause I'm my own

A new seed, a new
A new man you to the greed
A new pair of for a new piece of butt
Sweet daddy are you Sammy B is on the cut

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

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

follow 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'"

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