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

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

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

Now, to the ladies in the when you come 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 do girl
(Wanna shout)

To the brothas when you come in a jam, it ain't a of niggaz
It ain't tech and ain't got free liquor
You jackin' his and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you do man? 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 of bullshit, I see through like a pager

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

black moon, a rap tune move me
The rap sun, I rain than Rudy, that unruly 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 up, rooms spin at a round pace
Get down based on story, through Corey
Came close to the

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

Now, to the in the house when you come in the place
It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in face
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 ain't a of niggaz
It ain't high tech and ain't got free
You jackin' his and stick 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 feel the funk, I can feel the
I can the funk, I can feel the funk
Yo, check it, it

I came through the corridor, with the
Raw Chicago Mora, the horror
Read between the lines and the border
Some pop for juice, I wait in the water

for you Big Willie niggaz to have a show at the crib
We gonna get with your glamor, as we know where 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 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 fly like R. Kelly
But then they fall off, dusted 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 ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in your
The is thumpin' and you're feelin' the bass
What you do girl
(Wanna shout)

To the when you come 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 stick to make you jones get
What you wanna do Yo, check 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 feel the

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 feel the

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