Luyện nghe bài hát Funk (Remix)

I used to kick it with a named, Moe
Moe used to kick it with a named, Joe
Joe used to kick it his girlfriend Lateisha
Whose brother Elmo, looked me
Elmo to elbow lots of brothers in the nose
Kick em when they down and he'd steal shoes and clothes
Elmo would develop lots of beef as a
and all of them was mostly come for me
Imagine that, fat motherfuckers bats tryin
To rat pack, uhh, to get a gat
So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like 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 money that scared of po-po's
And this supposed to be some negros?
They regretting, Len saying "Pull that card"
Disregarding come a brother, and now act hard
I ain't clueless, we can do this cause heated
But don't trip, I got a .380 if it's
This is a 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, never had like this
catch twenty-two, twist no can dismiss this
rift that I'ma go through, maybe I can through
whole ordeal and not pull out the black steel
and my friends suggestions...
I should squeal to the cops but that's out of the question
If I die by the trigger of a brother
could he be judged by the that is scared of me and others?
I believe no, so I don't go, the flow
though I'm bout to roll with no paddle
up a called shit, light is lit on the situation
Is me and him is decrease the population
Now we wonder why our revolution 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 each other
Could be used, to and protect the brothers
And the sisters and the cousins or others
But the funk keeps growing 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 lips about me takin no,
You be takin no sips from a milk carton
seein my face a caption, askin
"Have you Boots, he's missing in action"
This shit is more Off the than Michael Jackson
brothers who be doin brothers 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 some brothers in a ratpack think I'm
poppin junk cause they don't see for
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, juice and gin
Five-oh gets again, gets off a grin
National Guard sent in for we got beef
You pop the trunk we got serious funk

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