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 trouble two for the
Come on y'all rock that uh
(I can feel the funk, I can the funk)
(I can the funk, I can feel the funk)
it

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

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

I write rhymes I come from the windy city
my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with reality
Casually, I through these war games
Some claim say but then they on whore names
If that's the way sex drives, stay in your lane
If you're a man, I tell like if the door rang now

Now, to the ladies in the house you come 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 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)

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

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

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

I how the underground tastes
I want a crib from the ground up, rooms spin at a pace
Get down based on true story, Corey
Came close to the

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

Now, to the ladies in the house when you come in the
It ain't a of niggaz 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 in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz
It ain't high and ain't got free liquor
You jackin' his and stick 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 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
Yo, check it, it

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

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

I rap better than you, you or him
But I am like a tree and every is a timb
Spilled and greasy foods got my car smelly
Some be so high, they believe they fly like R.
But then they fall off, dusted 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 you come in the place
It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in your
The music is thumpin' and you're feelin' the
you wanna do girl
(Wanna shout)

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

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

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