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

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

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

I write like I come from the windy city
With my crew, I like simply, stand midi with reality
Casually, I walk through 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 door now

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

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

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

Every moon, a rap tune move me
The rap sun, I rain than Rudy, that 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 how the underground tastes
I want a crib the ground up, rooms spin at a round pace
Get down based on true story, Corey
Came close to the

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

Now, to the ladies in the when you come in the place
It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in face
The music is thumpin' and you're the bass
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 his name and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you wanna do 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 the funk, I can feel the funk
I can the funk, I can feel the funk
Yo, check it, it

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

Waitin' for you Big Willie niggaz to have a show at the
We gonna get with glamor, long as we know where it is
Tell you ain't a player by your sweater doused with wack
The Crib got the gangsta playa 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 greasy foods got my car
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 is for me to haul off, I kick ass

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 wanna do
(Wanna shout)

To the brothas you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz
It ain't tech and ain't got free liquor
You his name and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you wanna do 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 the funk
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 the funk, I can feel the funk
I can the funk, I can feel the funk

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