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, like me
Elmo used to elbow of brothers in the nose
Kick em when they down and he'd steal they shoes and
Elmo would develop lots of as a tweaker
and all of them was mostly come 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 that they scared of po-po's
And this supposed to be ruthless negros?
They regretting, Len saying "Pull Hoyle card"
Disregarding come a brother, and now they act
I ain't clueless, we can do this it's heated
But don't trip, I got a .380 if needed
is a lesson you can pass or flunk
So pile on the Right Guard, we got serious

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

Bet George and Bootsy, had funk like this
twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss this
rift that I'ma go through, maybe I can through
this whole ordeal and not out the black steel
and my friends suggestions...
that I should squeal to the cops but that's out of the
If I die by the trigger of a brother
he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others?
I no, so I don't go, with the flow
even though I'm to roll with no paddle
up a creek called shit, is lit on the situation
Is me and him is decrease the population
Now we wonder why our revolution grow
Killin just for steppin on our toe
If we had as funk 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 or whatever others
But the keeps growing like a fungus...

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

Four til I'm twenty-five, now I got a forty-five
don't take no jive, just pull to fix
Don't to be eighty-sixed, route six six six ain't in my mix
Don't your lips 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, he's in action"
This shit is Off the Wall 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 revolution from Petoria to
It's why it don't make that 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 punk if I don't they ass
But I gots more for the rulin class
Will it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin and gin
gets again, gets off with a grin
National Guard in for when we got beef
You wanna pop the we got serious funk

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