Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

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

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

bite off something that you can't chew
And trail behind when I'm coming through
Fronting the feel that you really can't
'Cause trying to feel 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 we pass the crews
Now that's equipped with the brothers and the sisters
And the and the brothers, and all the others

With the funky flairs, the hairs
It's the of Riley, I'm really ready, gazing at the dollar fill of rap
The June 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
We're doing our own

Isn't it cool when you cut hair
And the blood is red instead of sellout
This is not the for an R n' B mind
This is flower with 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
Vocal confetti is thrown, spitted
Out the vents of and fans
which way they 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 Love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to

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 play
And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but cool

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't in to it, all you want is
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 feed the
A new pair of boots for a new 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 to sing
But still, I'm doing my own

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

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

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