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

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

When I got light 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
my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with reality
Casually, I walk through war games
Some claim say but then they on whore names
If that's the way 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 house when you come in the
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 ain't a bunch of
It ain't tech and ain't got free liquor
You jackin' his name and stick to you jones get thicker
you wanna do man? Yo, check it
(Let go)

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

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

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

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

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 house 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 when you come in a jam, it ain't a of niggaz
It ain't high tech and got free liquor
You jackin' his and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you do man? 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 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, the aura
Raw Chicago Mora, the horror
Read between the and know the border
Some pop for juice, I wait in the water

Waitin' for you Big Willie niggaz to a show at the crib
We gonna get with your glamor, as we know where it is
Tell you ain't a by your sweater doused with wack feather
The got the gangsta 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, dusted niggaz is sawed off
fall soft, my mental lift 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 of niggaz all up in your face
The is thumpin' 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 tech and ain't got free liquor
You jackin' his name and stick to make you 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 the funk, I can feel 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, I can feel the
I can feel the funk, I can the funk
I can feel the funk, I can feel the

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