Luyện nghe bài hát Examination of What

One day while I was sipping some juice
I that in the span of time we're just babies
It's all relative, time is
We're babies, we're just babies, man
We're just babies, just babies, man
We're just babies, we're babies, man
We're just babies, we're babies, man

Every man's a planet and the props are to get it
roll together with the spirit in our orbit
Life, it comes and goes and you do not punch a
I don't take for granted, I think of Scott la rock
Also of tyreo and battles at the
My cousins in the joint and the grippin' quarters
The forests are all shrinking, this to my thinkin
cover up the nappy, be happy witcha kinkin'

Dwellin', yes, you're dwellin' as the is itty-bitty
Figure eighty-fifty for a of the city
In the Serengeti, be for a box
But of the shanks and the pistols and the glocks
If your peoples getcha, you still ain't off clean
The politicians' mask is worse than
I write the funky so you know I got to kick 'em
Now me who's the vice and tell me who's the victim

So is really what, is really what
If the don't move your butt
And if the box make you hot
And if the cats dig the raps
If life ain't got no spice
Or if the guns just your fun
Or if shouts ain't in the house
Or if your crew down with you

Peace, this is Mecca the
And I'm sayin' though, what is really
If I even get comfortable
the supreme court is like
All in my

Peace, this is of the doodlebug
And I say, what is what if
You walk through your hood
Bert, Ernie and Sesame Street
Mossies to give the snuffleupagus

My father taught me jazz, all the and the anthems
Ate peanuts the dizz and vibe with Lionel Hampton
Now I'm swimming deep in the with eclectics
Now do we got the power or is it getting
swings the paddle at the mantel where I placed it
Hip-hop grew roots but some emcees never traced it
The old jacks buck wild and some babies bore fists
But the crew from outer is here shit

We grew up digging styles of the fabulous Freddy
And scoping out for days crazy legs and rock
Now is in the laundry, same old beats is handy
The label may okay it but won't play it
The are about so watch your mouth close your drapes
The legs that's in the boots is on the corner, watch tape
Making off the crust, for money and for lust
You're playing out the planets get slammed,

You think it, see it, run it and it
They it, hear it, lynch it and ban it
It just ain't the haps if know they can't control it
Your grass be in the joint but they it and rolled it
So

I'm what is really what
If the funk don't rule your
Or if the streets don't dig beats
Or if my man ain't grand?
Or if the don't think you're good?
Or if your church really work
Or if the pigs wanna knock your
Or if the don't roll with beats

butterfly is baby, I'm just a baby, man
I'm just a baby, I'm a baby, man
I'm a baby, I'm just a baby, man

And Mister Doodle? I'm a baby too
And Mecca I'm just a baby, man
And Mister Silk, he's a baby, too
And 801s, they babies, man
And Miss Venus, she's a baby, man
The AC-facts, just a babies, man
And DPS, just a babies, too

Oh and, Dash, just a baby, man
Danny and Dani, are my babies, man
Oh and Liz, she's a baby, man
Oh and Stella, she's a baby, too
Doc Shane, he's a baby, man
Mike Mann, he's my main man
And doctor Timba, he's a baby, man
And Nappy Jackie, she's a baby, too
Benefi-Cent, he's a baby, man
Oh, and you? you're a baby, man