Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

Me, Plug Three, the one they Baby Huey
The one that gets all the
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 they broke
so dope that you just might choke

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

A tree is growing, you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot
We count to ten before we the crews
Now that's equipped with the brothers and the sisters
And the sisters and the brothers, and all the

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

We're our own thang
We're doing our own
doing our own thang
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 with a vine

In other words is rose
You see what I Or see what Grandpa Bam saw
The funk we is unstable
One condition if I am to say

Yes you may, well hey, let's get on it
confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted
Out the of hecklers and fans
which way they 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

Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a back to London
Residing with my and I learned a lot from them
About the group, how to be smooth and funky
And sometimes 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 the plane, I'm staying
With my Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm
Funky, funky rhymes always stay in swing
I believe we our own thing

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

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

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

You in to it, all you want is profit
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 feed the
A new pair of for a new piece of butt
Sweet daddy are you there? B is on the cut

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

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

Don't the path that we're stepping
Truth to the soul is I'm cramming
Reasons for this is the strong
And Bob Marley 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?