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

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

I write rhymes like I come from the windy
With my crew, I click simply, stand midi with reality
Casually, I through these war games
Some claim say but then take on whore names
If that's the way your sex drives, 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 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 you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz
It ain't high and ain't got free liquor
You his name and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you do man? 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
Through stations of bullshit, I see through a pager

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

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

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

Colder as the Iceman, posted before it 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 house when you in the place
It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in face
The music is and you're feelin' the bass
What you wanna do
(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 stick to make you get thicker
What you do man? 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 feel the funk, I can the funk
I can the funk, I can feel the funk
Yo, check it, it

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

Waitin' for you Big Willie to have a show at the crib
We gonna get with your glamor, long as we know it is
Tell you a player by your sweater doused with wack feather
The Crib got the playa shit 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 got my car smelly
Some be so high, they believe they fly R. Kelly
But then they fall off, niggaz is gettin' sawed off
They soft, my mental lift is for me to haul off, I kick 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 you're 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 high tech and got free liquor
You jackin' his and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you wanna do man? Yo, 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 the funk, I can feel the funk

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 feel the
I can feel the funk, I can the funk

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