Luyện nghe bài hát Funk (Remix)

I used to kick it a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it a brother named, Joe
Joe used to it with his girlfriend Lateisha
brother Elmo, looked like me
Elmo used to lots of brothers in the nose
Kick em when they down and he'd they shoes and clothes
would develop lots of beef as a tweaker
and all of them was 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 like Roger in his fat
momma's lap, what's happenin a rap
Saturday twelve o'clock, E-Roc, the whole plot
And what not, about, how our men are

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

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

Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk this
catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss
rift that I'ma go through, maybe I can through
this whole ordeal and not pull out the steel
and my friends suggestions...
that I squeal to the cops but that's out of the question
If I die by the trigger of a misled
could he be 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 called shit, light is lit on the situation
Is me and him is gonna the population
Now we wonder why our revolution grow
Killin motherfuckers just for on our toe
If we had as much funk for our as we did
for ourselves, the blood would flow again
And then, the uzis were once used to kill each other
be used, to serve and protect the brothers
And the sisters and the or whatever others
But the funk keeps like a fungus...

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

Four til I'm twenty-five, now I got a forty-five
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 your lips about me takin no, trips
You won't be no sips from a milk carton
seein my with a caption, askin
"Have you seen Boots, missing in action"
This shit is more Off the Wall than Jackson
Cause who be doin brothers who be doin others
screwin brothers but The Coup be doin more shoo-be-doin
on the corner, revolution from Petoria to Florida
It's why it don't make sense they want me a goner
on a, run cause some in a ratpack think I'm
poppin junk cause they don't see for
the genocidal so I'm a punk if I don't blast they ass
But I gots more funk for the class
it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
Five-oh again, gets off with a grin
National Guard in for when we got beef
You wanna pop the trunk we got funk

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (Repeat 4x)