Luyện nghe bài hát Funk (Remix)

I to kick it with a brother named, Moe
Moe to kick it with 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 down and he'd steal they and clothes
Elmo would develop lots of beef as a
and all of them was mostly come for me
Imagine that, fat motherfuckers bats tryin
To rat pack, uhh, to get a gat
So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like Thomas in his fat
lap, what's happenin here's a rap
Saturday twelve o'clock, E-Roc, the whole plot
And not, about, how our men are spottin

It's bets the money that they scared of po-po's
And this supposed to be some negros?
They regretting, Len saying "Pull that card"
come a brother, and now they act hard
I ain't clueless, we can do this it's heated
But trip, I got a .380 if it's needed
is a lesson you can pass or flunk
So on the Right Guard, we got serious funk

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (Repeat 4x)

Bet George and Bootsy, never had like this
catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss
rift that I'ma go through, maybe I can through
this ordeal and not pull out the black steel
and my make suggestions...
that I should squeal to the cops but out of the question
If I die by the trigger of a brother
could he be judged by the that is scared of me and others?
I believe no, so I go, with the flow
even though I'm bout to with no paddle
up a called shit, light is lit on the situation
Is me and him is decrease the population
Now we wonder why our revolution never
motherfuckers just for steppin 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 used to kill each
be used, to serve and protect the brothers
And the and the cousins or whatever others
But the keeps growing like a fungus...

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, with meeeeee? (Repeat 4x)

Four years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a
caliber don't take no jive, pull to fix
Don't to be eighty-sixed, route six six six ain't in my mix
Don't flap your lips me takin no, trips
You won't be takin no sips from a carton
seein my 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
brothers but The Coup be doin more than shoo-be-doin
on the corner, revolution from Petoria to Florida
why it don't make sense that they want me a goner
on a, run cause some brothers in a 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 more funk for the rulin
Will it ever end, we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
Five-oh gets again, gets off with a
National Guard sent in for when we got
You wanna pop the trunk we got funk

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (Repeat 4x)