Luyện nghe bài hát Funk (Remix)

I to kick it with a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it a brother named, Joe
Joe used to 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 steal they and clothes
Elmo would develop lots of beef as a
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 cause I'm trapped like Roger Thomas in his fat
lap, what's happenin here's a rap
Saturday twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the plot
And what not, about, how our men are

It's funny bets the money that they of po-po's
And this to be some ruthless negros?
They regretting, Len "Pull that Hoyle card"
Disregarding come a brother, and now they act
I clueless, we can do this cause it's heated
But trip, I got a .380 if it's needed
is a lesson you can pass or flunk
So pile on the Right Guard, we got serious

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

Bet George and Bootsy, had funk like this
catch twenty-two, twist no fist can this
rift that go through, maybe I can flow through
this whole ordeal and not out the black steel
and my make suggestions...
I should squeal 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 don't go, with the
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 never grow
Killin just for steppin on our toe
If we had as much funk for our as we did
for ourselves, the blood would never again
And then, the uzis that were once used to each other
Could be used, to serve and the brothers
And the sisters and the cousins or whatever
But the keeps growing like a fungus...

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

Four years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a
caliber take no jive, just pull to fix
want to be eighty-sixed, route six six six ain't in my mix
Don't flap your lips about me no, trips
You won't be takin no sips from a carton
seein my face with a caption,
"Have you Boots, he's missing in action"
This shit is more Off the 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, talkin revolution from to Florida
why it don't make sense that they want me a goner
on a, run cause some in a ratpack think I'm
poppin junk they don't see for centuries
the genocidal funk so I'm a punk if I blast they ass
But I more funk for the rulin class
Will it ever end, we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
Five-oh gets again, off with a grin
National Guard sent in for we got beef
You pop the trunk we got serious funk

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