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 let's rock uh
(I can the funk, I can feel the funk)
(I can feel the funk, I can the funk)
it

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

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

I write rhymes like I come from the city
With my crew, I click like simply, stand with reality
Casually, I walk through these war
Some claim say but then take on whore names
If that's the way 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 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 a bunch of niggaz
It ain't high tech and ain't got free
You jackin' his and stick to make 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 like
(Uh)
Lee, I'm in the with no rotation
Through of bullshit, I see through like a pager

In the age of Aquarius, various
Is gonna us in intellect and what have you
Street astrologist's interpret stars 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, unruly shit is played
It don't stop, it's time to get it, get it
I got my mind made up like Brown's face

I know how the tastes
I want a crib from the up, rooms spin at a round pace
Get down based on true story, Corey
close to the teachers

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

Now, to the ladies in the when you come in the place
It a bunch of niggaz all up in your face
The music is thumpin' and 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 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 feel the funk, I can the funk
Yo, check it, it

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

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

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

To the brothas when you 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 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 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 feel the
I can feel the funk, I can the funk
I can feel the funk, I can feel the

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