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

When I got like an intersection, you talk
But you came to my 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 windy
With my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with
Casually, I walk these war games
Some claim say but 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 like if the door 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 music is thumpin' and feelin' the bass
What you wanna do
(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 liquor
You his name and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you wanna do Yo, check it
(Let go)

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

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

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

I know how the tastes
I want a crib from the ground up, rooms spin at a round
Get down based on story, through Corey
Came close to the

Colder as the Iceman, before it start wrinklin'
Linkin' cats, who don't 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 come in a jam, it ain't a of niggaz
It ain't high tech and got free liquor
You jackin' his name and stick to make you jones get
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 the funk
I can the funk, I can feel the funk
I can feel the funk, I can the funk
Yo, it, check it

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

Waitin' for you Big niggaz to have a show 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 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, believe they fly like R. Kelly
But they fall off, dusted niggaz is gettin' sawed off
They fall soft, my lift is for me to haul off, I kick ass

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 and you're feelin' 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 ain't got liquor
You his name and stick 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 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

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 the funk, I can feel the funk

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