Luyện nghe bài hát Fun!

yee
drop beat
we dont
get
Open the gate,dominate,pushing my own
Feelin vega was born in cassette tapes
In '88, hip-hop took control, back than when my name was nicole
Rest in peace her soul, we had FUN i think back, child gifted in black
Freestylin, we banging on tables
I still FUN, my trio Run, Dee, and Fable
Livin on cable, livin on T.V. screens, internet, dvd, is this all mean?
My life is like a dream but inside i wanna scream cuz when i wear my n jeans i feel seventeen

My says get the C.R.E.A.M, but hazard this money scheme
To desecrate the art, and now i my heart, and delegate the sparks and admit
When the pen the paper from despise squairy and water vapor originator

Ive been here it started
Ive walked a miles
Im to beg your pardon
To do a smiles

And the day is over
I hope your will is
I hope your over
I your having FUN

YO!
at the crowd they're jinglin
Everyones
Hip-hop people together
Tougher leather, like Run-d.m.c
Its time to show up, up like t-n-t
Or stay down, like a nomad a crown
I ricochet my vocabulary to
The fake, make no mistake we who you are
Fake rock stars hiding guitars

Ive been since it started
Ive walked a miles
Im here to beg pardon
To do a smiles

And the day is over
I hope will is done
I hope dancing over
I hope your FUN!

(Outro)
No im in it to win it
Been moves since the womb
Solar strut, King Tut out the
Hot begoons, try to pin me up to the
But i check the thoughts on the album like George
Metropolis, no stoppin this, rockin this, pop lockin this like Benzil
Or kid dat porensol use to chill with so dead as a misfit
Grip, the microphone im too legit to
I bit my style from angels on the night
Like who shines so dope but still
It just becomes a curse when height gets
the mental path, use to be arts and crafts now its shots and graphs
Math-matical, such a pity
When you up your dity, try to fool Gathom city

Is you me, is you with me
Its fly or die so get live
Can you feel the sick run the

Is you with me, is you me
I said its fly or die so get live
Or show to your Gotham city

L.J.

Three boys in a car
Three girls on the postin
Theres just one king and he dont wings
So lets the braggin and bostin

Its
boys in a car coastin
Three on the stars postin
Theres just one king and he dont wings
So lets the braggin and bostin