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

When I got light like an intersection, you
But you to my town with protection
year, had the block 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 like simply, stand midi with
Casually, I through these war games
Some say but then they take 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 when you come in the place
It ain't a bunch of 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 high and ain't got free liquor
You jackin' his 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 like Spike
(Uh)
Lee, I'm in the majors with no
Through stations of bullshit, I see like a pager

In the age of Aquarius, various
Is carry us in intellect and what have you
Street astrologist's 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, unruly shit is played
It don't stop, it's to get it, get it made
I got my mind made up like Foxy Brown's

I know how the tastes
I want a crib from the ground up, rooms 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
Fulfill prophesies in 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 your
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 high tech and ain't got free liquor
You jackin' his name and stick to make you get thicker
What you wanna do Yo, check it
(Let go)

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 the funk, I can feel the funk
Yo, check it, it

I through the corridor, with the aura
Raw Chicago Mora, the horror
Read between the lines and know the
Some pop wines for juice, I in the water

Waitin' for you Big Willie niggaz to have a at the crib
We gonna get your glamor, long 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 better than you, you or him
But I am like a and every lyric is a timb
Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car
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 house when you come in the
It ain't a bunch of all up in your face
The music is thumpin' and you're feelin' the
you wanna do girl
(Wanna shout)

To the brothas when you in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz
It ain't high 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)

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 feel the
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 feel the

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