Luyện nghe bài hát Funk (Remix)

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

It's bets the money that they scared of po-po's
And this supposed to be some ruthless
They regretting, Len "Pull that Hoyle card"
Disregarding a brother, and now they act hard
I ain't clueless, we can do this cause it's
But don't trip, I got a .380 if it's
This is a 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 fist can this
rift that I'ma go through, maybe I can flow
whole ordeal and not pull out the black steel
and my make suggestions...
that I squeal to the cops but that's out of the question
If I die by the of a misled brother
he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others?
I believe no, so I don't go, 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 the population
Now we why our revolution never grow
motherfuckers just for steppin on our toe
If we had as much for our oppressors as we did
for ourselves, the blood would never flow
And then, the uzis that were used to kill each other
Could be used, to and protect the brothers
And the sisters and the 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
don't take no jive, just pull to fix
Don't to be eighty-sixed, route six six six ain't in my mix
flap your lips about me takin no, trips
You be takin no sips from a milk carton
seein my face with a caption,
"Have you seen Boots, he's in action"
This shit is more Off the than Michael Jackson
brothers who be doin brothers who be doin others
screwin brothers but The Coup be more than shoo-be-doin
on the corner, talkin from Petoria to Florida
It's why it make sense that they want me a goner
on a, run cause some brothers in a ratpack I'm
junk cause they don't see for centuries
the genocidal funk so I'm a if I don't blast they ass
But I more funk for the rulin class
Will it end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
Five-oh gets again, gets off with a
Guard sent in for when we got beef
You wanna pop the trunk we got funk

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