Luyện nghe bài hát Funk

I used to kick it with a named, Moe
Moe used to kick it a brother named, Joe
Joe used to it with his girlfriend Lateisha
brother Elmo, looked like me
Elmo used to elbow lots of brothers in the
Kick em when they and he'd steal they shoes and clothes
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
momma's lap, what's happenin a rap
Saturday twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the whole
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
Pile on the Right Guard I got SERIOUS

"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, no fist can dismiss this
rip that I'ma go through, maybe I can through
this whole ordeal and not pull out the steel
and my friends suggestions...
that I should squeal to the cops but out of the question
If I die by the trigger of a misled
could he be judged by the that is scared of me and others?
I believe no, so I don't go, the flow
even though I'm to roll with no paddle
up a creek called shit, is lit on the situation
Cause me and him is gonna decrease the
Now we why our revolution never grow
motherfuckers just for steppin on our toe
If we had as funk for our oppressors as we did
for ourselves, the blood would flow again
And then, the uzis that were used to kill each other
Could be used, to serve and protect the
And the sisters and the cousins or others
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 years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a
caliber don't take no jive, just to fix
Don't to be eighty-sixed, three six and six ain't in my mix
Don't flap your 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, he's in action"
This shit is more Off the Wall Michael Jackson
Cause who be doin brothers who be doin others
screwin brothers but The be doin more than shoo-be-doin
on the corner, talkin revolution Victoria to Florida
It's why it don't make sense that want me a goner
on a, run some brothers in a ratpack think I'm
junk cause they don't see for centuries
the funk so I'm a punk if I don't blast they ass
But I gots more for the rulin class
Will it ever end, we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
gets again, gets off with a grin
National Guard sent in for when we got
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 people in outro may not be accurate ***

Aight, it up
I wanna say whassup to the brothers and sisters that got my back
when the be on
Of course it without saying, that E-Roc and DJO from The Coup
got my back at all and at all costs
Same for D-Force and Sneaker, Point Blank
and Stone of the Outcasts
Osajih Po from the Planets
Chuck Da got my back
Evo got my back, got my back
and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm Collective
got my back I got theirs
The is on, and African Identity is there
The funk is on and Midnight is there
The funk is on and T-More and Twin from 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 back Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy cause you got mine
All y'all got my back, got my back with the sax
Child got my back with the piano
Aiy let's fade out, but before we fade
I wanna say in peace to Plan B, we out