Luyện nghe bài hát Funk (Remix)

I used to kick it with a named, Moe
Moe to kick it with a brother named, Joe
Joe to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
Whose brother Elmo, like me
Elmo used to elbow of brothers in the nose
Kick em when they down and 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 motherfuckers with bats
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 o'clock, told E-Roc, the whole plot
And not, about, how our men are spottin

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

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (Repeat 4x)

Bet George and Bootsy, had funk like this
catch twenty-two, twist no can dismiss this
rift that go through, maybe I can flow through
this ordeal and not pull out the black 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 judged by the system is scared of me and others?
I no, so I don't go, with the flow
even I'm bout to roll with no paddle
up a creek shit, light is lit on the situation
Is me and him is gonna decrease the
Now we wonder why our never grow
Killin motherfuckers just for on our toe
If we had as much funk for our as we did
for ourselves, the would never 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 cousins or whatever
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 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 won't be takin no from a milk carton
seein my face with a caption,
"Have you Boots, he's missing 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 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 brothers in a 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 rulin
Will it ever end, we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
Five-oh gets again, gets off with a
National Guard in for when we got beef
You wanna pop the trunk we got serious

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