Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

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

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

Don't off something that you can't chew
And don't trail behind I'm coming through
Fronting the feel you really can't feel
'Cause you're to feel what's on my reel to reel

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 the brothers and the sisters
And the and the brothers, and all the others

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

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

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

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

Yes you may, well hey, let's get on it
confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted
Out the vents of and fans
Either which way 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 the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark

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

For we are the stereotypes
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 Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm saying
Funky, funky rhymes that always stay in
I we doing our own thing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't follow the that we're stepping
Truth to the is what I'm cramming
Reasons for is the family's strong
And like Bob 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 what's got to be done, you