Luyện nghe bài hát Funk

I used to it with a brother named, Moe
Moe to kick it with a brother named, Joe
Joe used to it with his girlfriend Lateisha
whose brother Elmo, like me
Elmo used to lots of brothers in the nose
Kick em when they down and he'd steal they shoes and
Elmo develop lots of beef as a tweaker
and all of them was come lookin for me
that, fat motherfuckers with bats tryin
to rat pack, hmm, to get a gat
So I'm strapped I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat
lap, what's happenin here's a rap
Saturday twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the block
and not, about, how men are spottin he said
"This little homey gets bread like
You ain't Austin, Elmo got paws in Boots
Maybe you move to Boston"
But you get lost you play like a punk
Pile on the 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 go through, maybe I can flow through
this whole ordeal and not pull out the steel
and my friends suggestions...
that I should squeal to the cops but that's out of the
If I die by the trigger of a brother
could he be judged by the system is scared of me and others?
I no, so I don't go, with the flow
though I'm bout to roll with no paddle
up a creek called shit, light is lit on the
Cause me and him is gonna the population
Now we wonder why our never grow
Killin just for steppin on our toe
If we had as much for our oppressors as we did
for ourselves, the blood would flow again
And then, the uzis that were once used to kill other
Could be used, to serve and the brothers
And the sisters and the cousins or whatever
But the funk keeps like a fungus...

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

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

Four til I'm twenty-five, now I got a forty-five
caliber take no jive, just pull to fix
Don't to be eighty-sixed, three six and six ain't in my mix
Don't flap your lips about me takin no,
You won't be no sips from a milk carton
seein my with a caption, askin
"Have you seen Boots, missing in action"
This shit is more Off the Wall than Jackson
Cause brothers who be doin brothers who be doin
screwin brothers but The Coup be doin more shoo-be-doin
on the corner, revolution from Victoria to Florida
It's why it don't make sense they want me a goner
on a, run cause brothers in a ratpack think I'm
poppin junk cause they don't see for
the genocidal funk so I'm a punk if I don't blast ass
But I gots more funk for the rulin
Will it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin and gin
Five-oh gets again, gets off with a
National Guard in for when 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 say whassup to the brothers and sisters that really got my back
when the be on
Of course it goes without saying, that E-Roc and DJO from The
got my back at all and at all costs
Same for D-Force and Sneaker, Point Blank
J-Post and of the Outcasts
Po from the Tenth Planets
Chuck Da got my back
Evo got my back, got my back
and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm Collective
got my back cause I got
The funk is on, and African Identity is
The is on and Midnight Voices is there
The funk is on and T-More and Twin from of Change are there
And I'm there for Cindy, I'm there for 3rd
I'm for Aztlan Nation
I got your back Sim
I got back Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy cause you got mine
All y'all got my back, Neckbone got my back the sax
Problem got my back with the piano
Aiy let's fade out, but before we fade
I wanna say rest in peace to B, we out