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 the funk, I can feel the funk)
(I can the funk, I can feel the funk)
it

I come to grips with
I to grips that 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 town with
year, had the block hot
I scream, "Fuck the world", for having a girl sorta cock block

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

Now, to the in the house 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 you come in a jam, it ain't 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)

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

In the age of Aquarius, various
Is gonna carry us in intellect and what you
Street interpret point stars and half moons
Then end up on garages or in bathrooms

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

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

Colder as the Iceman, before 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 house you come in the place
It ain't a bunch of all up in your 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 ain't a 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 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 the funk, I can feel 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
Read between the lines and know the
Some pop for juice, I wait in the water

Waitin' for you Big Willie niggaz to a show at the crib
We gonna get with 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 shit patent black leather

I rap better than you, you or 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 they fly R. Kelly
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 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 free
You jackin' his name and to make you jones get thicker
What you wanna do 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

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
I can feel the funk, I can feel the

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