Luyện nghe bài hát Funk

I to kick it with a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it with a named, Joe
Joe used to kick it with his Lateisha
whose Elmo, looked like me
Elmo to elbow lots of brothers in the nose
Kick em when they down and steal they shoes and clothes
Elmo would develop of beef as a tweaker
and all of them was mostly lookin for me
Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with tryin
to rat pack, hmm, to get a gat
So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped brother Thomas in his fat
momma's lap, what's happenin a rap
Saturday twelve o'clock, E-Roc, the whole block
and what not, about, how men are spottin he
"This homey gets bread like flossin
You ain't Steve Austin, Elmo got in Boots
Maybe you move to Boston"
But you get when you play like a punk
on the Right Guard I got SERIOUS funk

"I'm trying, not to lose..."
"I'm trying, not to my head..." --> Melle Mel
(repeat 2X)

"I to tell you what it is later"

(DJ Pam and scratches)

Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk this
catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss
rip that I'ma go through, maybe I can flow
this whole ordeal and not pull out the steel
and my friends suggestions...
that I should squeal to the but that's out of the question
If I die by the trigger of a misled
could he be judged by the system is scared of me and others?
I believe no, so I don't go, the flow
even though I'm bout to roll with no
up a creek called shit, is lit on the situation
Cause me and him is gonna the population
Now we wonder why our never grow
Killin motherfuckers just for on our toe
If we had as funk for our oppressors as we did
for ourselves, the blood would never flow
And then, the uzis that were once to kill each other
Could be used, to serve and protect the
And the sisters and the cousins or whatever
But the funk keeps growing a fungus...

"I'm trying, not to lose..."
"I'm trying, not to my head..." --> Melle Mel
(repeat 2X)

"That's Elmo, get fool" "Yeah get that fool"
"Ay, I'm Boots, I ain't Elmo -- I'm Boots The Coup!!"

Four years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a
caliber don't take no jive, pull to fix
want to be eighty-sixed, three six and six ain't in my mix
Don't your lips about me takin no, trips
You won't be takin no from a milk carton
my face with a caption, askin
"Have you seen Boots, missing in action"
This shit is more Off the Wall than Michael
Cause who be doin brothers who be doin others
screwin brothers but The Coup be doin than shoo-be-doin
on the corner, talkin revolution from Victoria to
It's why it make sense that they want me a goner
on a, run cause some in a ratpack think I'm
poppin junk cause don't see for centuries
the genocidal funk so I'm a punk if I blast they ass
But I gots more funk for the class
Will it end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
gets again, gets off with a grin
National Guard sent in for we got beef
You wanna pop the trunk we got funk

"I'm trying, not to lose..."
"I'm trying, not to lose my head..." --> Mel
(repeat 4X)

*** spellings of the of people in this outro may not be accurate ***

Aight, it up
I wanna say whassup to the and sisters that really got my back
the funk be on
Of course it goes without saying, that E-Roc and DJO The Coup
got my at all times and at all costs
Same goes for D-Force and Sneaker, Point
and Stone of the Outcasts
Osajih Po from the Tenth
Da Pharoah got my back
Evo got my back, got my back
Niko and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm
got my back I got theirs
The funk is on, and African is there
The is on and Midnight Voices is there
The is on and T-More and Twin from Elements of Change are there
And I'm for Cindy, I'm there for 3rd Rail
I'm for Aztlan Nation
I got back Leftside Sim
I got your back Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy cause you got
All got my back, Neckbone got my back with the sax
Problem Child got my back the piano
Aiy y'all let's fade out, but we fade
I wanna say rest in to Plan B, we out