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
on y'all let's rock that uh
(I can the funk, I can feel the funk)
(I can the funk, I can feel the funk)
it

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

I got light like an intersection, you talk
But you to my town with protection
year, had the block hot
I scream, "Fuck the world", for having a baby girl cock block

I write rhymes like I from the windy city
With my crew, I click like simply, midi with reality
Casually, I walk these war games
Some claim say but then they on whore names
If the way your sex drives, stay in your lane
If you're a man, I can't tell if the door 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 when you come in a jam, it ain't a of niggaz
It high tech and ain't got free liquor
You jackin' his name and stick to make you get thicker
you wanna do man? Yo, check it
(Let go)

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

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

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

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

as the Iceman, posted before it start wrinklin'
Linkin' with cats, who don't react to change in the
Fulfill in rooms full of emptiness, now

Now, to the ladies in the house you come in the place
It ain't a 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 you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz
It ain't high and ain't got free liquor
You jackin' his name and stick to make you jones get
you wanna do man? Yo, check it
(Let go)

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

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

Waitin' for you Big niggaz to have a show at the crib
We gonna get with your glamor, as we know where it is
Tell you a player by your sweater doused with wack feather
The got the gangsta playa shit patent like black leather

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

Now, to the ladies in the house when you come in the
It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in face
The music is thumpin' and 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 high tech and ain't got free liquor
You jackin' his name and stick to make you jones get
you wanna do man? Yo, check 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 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 the funk
I can feel the funk, I can feel the

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