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

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

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

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

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 you're feelin' the
What you do girl
(Wanna shout)

To the brothas when you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of
It ain't high tech and ain't got liquor
You jackin' his name and stick to you jones get thicker
What you 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 interpret point stars and moons
Then end up on or walls in bathrooms

Every moon, a rap tune move me
The rap sun, I more than Rudy, that unruly shit is played
It stop, it's time to get it, get it made
I got my mind made up Foxy Brown's face

I know how the underground
I want a crib from the ground up, rooms spin at a pace
Get down based on true story, through
close to the teachers

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

Now, to the ladies in the house when you 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 wanna do
(Wanna shout)

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

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
Yo, check it, it

I came through the corridor, with the
Raw Mora, scope the horror
Read between the and know the border
pop wines for juice, I wait in the water

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

I rap better you, you or maybe him
But I am like a and every lyric 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, 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 when you 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 a bunch of niggaz
It ain't high tech and 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 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 feel the

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 feel the funk, I can feel the

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