Luyện nghe bài hát Funk (Remix)

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

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

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (Repeat 4x)

Bet George and Bootsy, never had like this
twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss this
rift I'ma go through, maybe I can flow through
this whole ordeal and not 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
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 creek shit, light is lit on the situation
Is me and him is gonna decrease the
Now we wonder why our revolution grow
Killin motherfuckers for steppin on our toe
If we had as funk for our oppressors as we did
for ourselves, the blood never flow again
And then, the uzis that were once to kill each other
Could be used, to and protect the brothers
And the sisters and the or whatever others
But the funk 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, just to fix
Don't want to be eighty-sixed, six six six ain't in my mix
Don't flap your about me takin no, trips
You won't be takin no sips from a carton
my face with a caption, askin
"Have you Boots, he's missing in action"
This shit is more Off the Wall than Michael
Cause brothers who be doin brothers who be others
screwin but The Coup be doin more than shoo-be-doin
on the corner, revolution from Petoria to Florida
It's why it don't make sense that they want me a
on a, run cause some in a ratpack think I'm
poppin junk cause don't see for centuries
the genocidal so I'm a punk 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, off with a grin
National sent in for when we got beef
You wanna pop the trunk we got funk

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