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 feel the funk, I can the funk)
it

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

When I got 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 sorta block

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

Now, to the ladies in the house 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 wanna do
(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 liquor
You jackin' his name and stick to you jones get thicker
What you wanna do man? Yo, it
(Let go)

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

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 garages or in bathrooms

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

I know how the tastes
I want a from the ground up, rooms spin at a round pace
Get down based on true story, through
Came to the teachers

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

Now, to the ladies in the when you come in the place
It ain't a of niggaz all up in your face
The is thumpin' and you're feelin' 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 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 feel the funk, I can feel the
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
Yo, it, check it

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

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

I rap better you, you or maybe him
But I am a tree and every lyric is a timb
brews and greasy foods got my car smelly
Some be so high, they believe they fly like R.
But then fall off, dusted niggaz is gettin' sawed off
They fall soft, my mental lift is for me to off, I kick ass

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 do girl
(Wanna shout)

To the brothas when you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of
It high tech and ain't got free liquor
You jackin' his name and stick to 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 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 feel the funk, I can the funk
I can the funk, I can feel the funk

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