Luyện nghe bài hát Funk

I used to kick it a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it a brother named, Joe
Joe to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
whose Elmo, looked like me
Elmo used to lots of brothers in the nose
Kick em when they down and he'd they shoes and clothes
Elmo would lots of beef as a tweaker
and all of them was come lookin 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 here's a rap
twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the whole block
and not, about, how men are spottin he said
"This little homey gets bread like
You ain't Steve Austin, got paws in Boots
Maybe you should to Boston"
But you get lost when you like a punk
on the Right Guard I got SERIOUS funk

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

"I plan to tell you it is later"

(DJ Pam and scratches)

Bet and Bootsy, never had funk like this
catch twenty-two, twist no can dismiss this
rip that I'ma go through, maybe I can through
this ordeal and not pull out the black steel
and my friends suggestions...
that I squeal to the cops but that's out of the question
If I die by the of a misled brother
could he be judged by the system that is of me and others?
I believe no, so I don't go, the flow
though I'm bout to roll with no paddle
up a creek shit, light is lit on the situation
me and him is gonna decrease the population
Now we wonder why our revolution grow
Killin motherfuckers for steppin on our toe
If we had as much funk for our as we did
for ourselves, the would never flow again
And then, the uzis that were once to kill each other
Could be used, to and protect the brothers
And the sisters and the or whatever others
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 that fool" "Yeah get fool"
"Ay, I'm Boots, I ain't -- I'm Boots from The Coup!!"

Four years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a
caliber don't take no jive, pull to fix
Don't want to be eighty-sixed, three six and six in my mix
Don't flap your lips about me takin no,
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 than Michael Jackson
Cause brothers who be doin brothers who be doin
screwin brothers but The Coup be more than shoo-be-doin
on the corner, talkin revolution from Victoria to
why it don't make sense that they want me a goner
on a, run cause brothers in a ratpack think I'm
poppin junk cause they see for centuries
the genocidal funk so I'm a if I don't blast they ass
But I gots funk for the rulin class
Will it ever end, we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
Five-oh again, gets off with a grin
National sent in for when we got beef
You wanna pop the we got serious funk

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

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

Aight, it up
I wanna say whassup to the brothers and sisters that really got my
when the be on
Of course it goes without saying, E-Roc and DJO from The Coup
got my back at all and at all costs
Same goes for D-Force and Sneaker, Point
and Stone of the Outcasts
Osajih Po from the Tenth
Chuck Da got my back
Evo got my back, Rose got my
and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm Collective
got my back 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 for Aztlan Nation
I got your Leftside Sim
I got your back Heroes of Hiphoprisy cause you got mine
All y'all got my back, Neckbone got my back 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