Luyện nghe bài hát Funk (Remix)

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

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

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (Repeat 4x)

Bet George and Bootsy, had funk like this
catch twenty-two, twist no can dismiss this
rift that I'ma go through, I can flow through
this whole and not pull out the black steel
and my make suggestions...
that I should to the cops but that's out of the question
If I die by the trigger of a misled
he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others?
I believe no, so I go, with the flow
even though I'm bout to roll no paddle
up a creek shit, light is lit on the situation
Is me and him is gonna decrease the
Now we wonder why our revolution never
Killin motherfuckers just for on our toe
If we had as much funk for our as we did
for ourselves, the blood never flow again
And then, the that were once used to kill each other
Could be used, to serve and the brothers
And the sisters and the cousins or whatever
But the funk keeps growing a fungus...

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

Four years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a
don't take no jive, just pull to fix
Don't want to be eighty-sixed, six six six ain't in my mix
Don't flap your lips me takin no, trips
You won't be takin no sips a milk carton
seein my face with a caption,
"Have you Boots, he's missing in action"
This shit is more Off the Wall than Michael
Cause brothers who be doin who be doin others
brothers but The Coup be doin more than shoo-be-doin
on the corner, talkin revolution Petoria 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 don't see for centuries
the genocidal funk so I'm a punk if I don't blast ass
But I gots more funk for the rulin
Will it end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
Five-oh again, gets off with a grin
National Guard in for when we got beef
You wanna pop the trunk we got serious

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (Repeat 4x)