Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' Our Own Dang

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In other words this is
You see I mean? Or see what 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 is thrown, sometimes spitted
Out the of hecklers and fans
which way they all hop on the van

The band, the band, here the band
The of fingers all on one hand
Me, myself, and I is
Monie Love the mouthpiece, it's now to spark

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

For we are the stereotypes
Co-ordination crazy, but still it sounds
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
my Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm saying
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 doing our own

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

Yeah, the industry's with copycats
R n' B mixed with sloppy
Tribes like us always doors
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 feed the
A new pair of boots for a new piece of
Sweet daddy are you there? B is on the cut

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

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

Don't follow the path we're stepping
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 bunch of love, peace signs, and fun
So let's do got to be done, you know?