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

It's funny bets the money that they scared of
And supposed to be some ruthless negros?
regretting, Len saying "Pull that Hoyle card"
Disregarding a brother, and now they act hard
I clueless, we can do this cause it's heated
But don't trip, I got a .380 if 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 funk this
catch twenty-two, twist no can dismiss this
that I'ma go through, maybe I can flow through
this whole 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 system that is of me and others?
I believe no, so I don't go, with the
even I'm bout to roll with no paddle
up a creek called shit, light is lit on the
Is me and him is gonna the population
Now we wonder why our never grow
Killin motherfuckers for steppin on our toe
If we had as much for our oppressors as we did
for ourselves, the would never flow again
And then, the uzis that were used to kill each other
be used, to serve and protect the brothers
And the sisters and the cousins or 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
want to be eighty-sixed, route 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
seein my face 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
screwin brothers but The Coup be more than shoo-be-doin
on the corner, talkin revolution from Petoria to
It's why it don't make sense they want me a goner
on a, run some brothers in a ratpack think I'm
poppin junk cause don't see for centuries
the genocidal funk so I'm a if I don't blast they ass
But I gots more for the rulin class
Will it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin and gin
Five-oh gets again, gets off with a
National Guard in for when we got beef
You wanna pop the we got serious funk

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