Luyện nghe bài hát Funk (Remix)

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

It's funny bets the money they scared of po-po's
And this to be some ruthless negros?
They regretting, Len saying "Pull that card"
come a brother, and now they act hard
I clueless, we can do this cause it's heated
But trip, I got a .380 if it's needed
is a lesson you can pass or flunk
So pile on the Right Guard, we got serious

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (Repeat 4x)

Bet George and Bootsy, had funk like this
catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss
that I'ma go through, maybe I can flow through
this whole ordeal and not pull out the steel
and my friends suggestions...
that I should squeal to the but that's out of the question
If I die by the of a misled brother
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 bout to roll with no
up a creek called shit, 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 funk for our oppressors as we did
for ourselves, the blood would never flow
And then, the uzis that were once used to kill other
be used, to serve and protect the brothers
And the and the cousins or whatever others
But the keeps growing like a fungus...

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (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 want to be eighty-sixed, six six six ain't in my mix
Don't flap your about me takin no, trips
You be takin no sips from a milk carton
seein my face a caption, askin
"Have you seen Boots, he's in action"
This is more Off the Wall than Michael Jackson
Cause brothers who be doin who be doin others
screwin brothers but The be doin more than shoo-be-doin
on the corner, talkin from Petoria to Florida
It's why it don't make sense they want me a goner
on a, run cause some brothers in a think I'm
poppin junk they don't see for centuries
the genocidal funk so I'm a punk if I don't they ass
But I gots more funk for the rulin
Will it ever end, will we win, drinkin juice and gin
Five-oh again, gets off with a grin
Guard sent in for when we got beef
You wanna pop the trunk we got serious

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (Repeat 4x)