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

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

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

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

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

Some niggaz be on the mic, sounding like
Allow me to get on and like Spike
(Uh)
Lee, I'm in the majors no rotation
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 stars and half
end up on garages or walls in bathrooms

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

I know how the underground
I a crib from the ground up, rooms spin at a round pace
Get based on true story, through Corey
Came close to the

as the Iceman, posted before it start wrinklin'
Linkin' with cats, who react to change in the years
Fulfill prophesies in 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 and you're feelin' the bass
What you wanna do
(Wanna shout)

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

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

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

Waitin' for you Big Willie 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 sweater doused with wack feather
The Crib got the playa shit patent like black leather

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

Now, to the ladies in the house when you in the place
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 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 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 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 the funk
I can feel the funk, I can the funk

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