Luyện nghe bài hát Funk (Remix)

I used to kick it a brother named, Moe
Moe used to it with a brother named, Joe
Joe used to kick it with his Lateisha
Whose brother Elmo, like me
used 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 as a tweaker
and all of them was come lookin for me
Imagine that, fat motherfuckers bats tryin
To rat pack, uhh, to get a gat
So I'm cause I'm trapped like Roger Thomas in his fat
momma's lap, what's happenin 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 of po-po's
And this supposed to be ruthless negros?
regretting, Len saying "Pull that Hoyle card"
Disregarding come a brother, and now act hard
I ain't clueless, we can do this cause it's
But don't trip, I got a .380 if it's
This is a lesson you can pass or
So on the Right Guard, we got serious funk

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

Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk like
catch twenty-two, no fist can dismiss this
rift that 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 that's out of the
If I die by the trigger of a misled
could he be judged by the system that is of me and others?
I no, so I don't go, with the flow
even though I'm bout to roll 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 never grow
Killin motherfuckers just for 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
Could be used, to serve and protect the
And the sisters and the cousins or others
But the keeps growing like a fungus...

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (Repeat 4x)

Four years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a
caliber don't no jive, just pull to fix
want to be eighty-sixed, route six six six ain't in my mix
Don't flap lips about me takin no, trips
You won't be takin no sips from a carton
seein my with a caption, askin
"Have you seen Boots, he's in action"
This shit is more Off the Wall Michael Jackson
Cause brothers who be doin brothers who be doin
screwin brothers but The Coup be doin more than
on the corner, revolution from Petoria to Florida
It's why it don't make sense that they me a goner
on a, run cause brothers in a ratpack 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 ever win, juice and gin
gets again, gets off with a grin
National sent in for when we got beef
You pop the trunk we got serious funk

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