Luyện nghe bài hát Funk

I used to kick it a brother named, Moe
Moe used to it with a brother named, Joe
Joe to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
whose brother Elmo, like me
Elmo used to lots of brothers in the nose
Kick em when down and he'd steal they shoes and clothes
would develop lots of beef as a tweaker
and all of them was mostly come for me
Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with bats
to rat pack, hmm, to get a gat
So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like brother in his fat
momma's lap, what's happenin a rap
Saturday twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the block
and what not, about, how men are he said
"This little homey bread like flossin
You ain't Austin, Elmo got paws in Boots
you should move to Boston"
But you get lost when you play like a
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 plan to you what it is later"

(DJ Pam and scratches)

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

"I'm trying, not to lose..."
"I'm trying, not to lose my head..." --> 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
don't take no jive, just pull to fix
Don't want to be eighty-sixed, three six and six in my mix
Don't flap lips about me takin no, trips
You won't be takin no sips from a milk
my face with a caption, askin
"Have you seen Boots, missing in action"
This shit is Off the Wall than Michael Jackson
Cause brothers who be doin brothers who be others
screwin brothers but The Coup be more than shoo-be-doin
on the corner, talkin from Victoria to Florida
It's why it don't make sense that they me a goner
on a, run cause brothers in a ratpack think I'm
poppin cause they don't see for centuries
the genocidal funk so I'm a punk if I blast they ass
But I gots funk for the rulin class
it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
Five-oh gets again, off with a grin
National sent 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 my head..." --> Melle Mel
(repeat 4X)

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

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