Luyện nghe bài hát Food For Funk

yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, it yo
You say a one for the two for the time
Come on y'all let's rock uh
(I can feel the funk, I can the funk)
(I can feel the funk, I can the funk)
it

I to grips with mics
I come to grips a lot of mic users is dikes
I come to grips the likes of Fred Hampton
so I'm lampin' with no need for spotlight

When I got like an intersection, you talk
But you came to my town protection
Election year, had the hot
I scream, "Fuck the world", for having a baby girl sorta cock

I write rhymes like I come the windy city
With my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with
Casually, I through these war games
Some claim say but they take on whore names
If that's the way your sex drives, stay in your
If you're a man, I can't tell like if the rang now

Now, to the ladies in the when you come in the place
It ain't a bunch of all up in your face
The is thumpin' and you're feelin' the bass
What you do girl
(Wanna shout)

To the brothas you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz
It ain't high tech and ain't got liquor
You jackin' his name and stick to you jones get thicker
What you do man? Yo, check it
(Let go)

Some niggaz be on the mic, like dikes
Allow me to get on and bust Spike
(Uh)
Lee, I'm in the majors with no
Through stations of bullshit, I see like a pager

In the age of Aquarius, things
Is carry us in intellect and what have you
Street astrologist's interpret point and half moons
Then end up on or walls in bathrooms

black moon, a rap tune move me
The rap sun, I rain more than Rudy, that shit is played
It don't stop, it's to get it, get it made
I got my mind made up like Foxy face

I know how the underground
I want a crib the ground up, rooms spin at a round pace
Get down on true story, through Corey
close to the teachers

Colder as the Iceman, posted it start wrinklin'
Linkin' with cats, who react to change in the years
Fulfill prophesies in rooms of emptiness, now

Now, to the ladies in the house when you in the place
It a bunch of niggaz all up in your face
The music is thumpin' and you're the bass
What you do girl
(Wanna shout)

To the when you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz
It ain't high tech and ain't got free
You jackin' his name and to make you jones get thicker
What you wanna do man? Yo, it
(Let go)

I can the funk, I can feel the funk
I can feel the funk, I can the funk
I can the funk, I can feel the funk
I can the funk, I can feel the funk
Yo, it, check it

I through the corridor, with the aura
Raw Mora, scope the horror
Read between the lines and the border
pop wines for juice, I wait in the water

Waitin' for you Big Willie niggaz to have a show at the
We gonna get with your glamor, long as we know it is
Tell you ain't a player by sweater doused with wack feather
The Crib got the gangsta playa shit patent like black

I rap than you, you or maybe him
But I am like a tree and every is a timb
brews and greasy foods got my car smelly
Some be so high, they believe they fly like R.
But they fall off, dusted niggaz is gettin' sawed off
They fall soft, my lift is for me to haul off, I kick ass

Now, to the ladies in the house when you in the place
It a bunch of niggaz all up in your face
The music is thumpin' and you're feelin' the
What you do girl
(Wanna shout)

To the brothas when you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of
It ain't high and ain't got free liquor
You jackin' his name and stick to you jones get thicker
you wanna do man? Yo, check it
(Let go)

I can the funk, I can feel the funk
I can the funk, I can feel the funk
I can feel the funk, I can the funk
I can feel the funk, I can feel the

I can feel the funk, I can feel the
I can feel the funk, I can feel the
I can feel the funk, I can feel the
I can the funk, I can feel the funk

Makes me wanna shout, shout
Makes me shout, wanna shout
Makes me wanna shout, shout
Makes me wanna shout, shout
Wanna