Luyện nghe bài hát Funk Session

The mother fucking funk seesion is to begin
Crowd around, ladies and gentlemen crowd
The funk session is about to
I say funk session, i ain't talking about George Clinton
I love nigger though
I ain't talking about Brown and Sly Stone
I'm not talking about mother the Time and Prince
(What you about?)
We talking about session 96 style
96 mean a different thing
That means you looked at my woman, and I'm to you
And you about to out the gat and try to blow a nigger's brains out

You see we can't cause we just don't want to
You cross the game and my crew just stomp you
And the ripper, we just say oh well
And the man keeps on building more jails
I know the system ain't to fool with
Cause you locked up all my homies I went to school with
And I know damn well you got my on the list
Cause I'm the one that called your a bitch
Just a man doin good, you wanna do me
Before you ban rap you to ban them violent movies
Gangsta rap causes crime, Mike Tyson the system
Larry Hoover ran a in Illinios can't forget
Malcom X taught us knowledge, Martin Luther preached for
And every day black men lying dead in the
So where's the real education, in the
Peace to the muslims they're doing real good
They're giving up, on the black folks
We need to buy our own land and try to stack
Get rich if you want to, I ain't to front you
If Robert Gold want some funk him come through
It's been a long night but we're still funky
Who opened up the cage and let out the
I heard it when she said it, "You just a Short
Like them G's out in Side Chicago"
I that's right hoe, I'm from the East O
And I will never my money on a six-fo
performance, is what I'm riding
I got the from Oakland so I never stop siding
I'm money in this criminal's country
Hoe's show me love because my so lovely
I'm not a role model, unless you to mack her
first I am player and second I'm a rapper
Third I'm a big ass baller
Top on my beeper but I still won't call her
Cause I got one with me, And I'm a pimp I die
Don't be to them snitches, you'll get sent on a lie
Doing in the pen for some backstabbing
I wonder what would if they catch em
You burn his with a big lighter, get the gasoline
And he'll be smoking like a fucking dope fiend
Nowaday's they like to your whole crew
For coming to the party and on a shoe
He excuse me, but it wasn't al-right
So now you want to take his ass outside
So you can hit him, and him
Let his momma bury him in a that don't fit 'em
You don't give an
So just him
Didn't have to him, just walked out and stuck him
up and down all around in his gut
Standing in his looked down and said "What's up?"
What's up nigger, Shock G tell 'em Treach

coast niggers are the craziest
And coast niggers are the craziest
And down south are the craziest
It seems like all american are the craziest
It done got out of
We don't drink that potion at the white mother masses
Immediate and cooked up for us and now we killing other
Remember me all, I want to look back
Yo this is G from Digital Underground
I want you to look back now
We rolling with the Crew
I want you to look back when I
Y'all remember that shit when I said, I ah
America, Get busy yeah
The red the the blue and the blue and red for crips and bloods
The for whose got you doing time
We busting on one another and it never stops
You know it never
But you know, that Shock's searching for someone
Who can rise like and Farahkan
To you niggers out

Shit call me MC Blowfish
Back when Digital Underground first
Say, I was the whole thing, say
The me MC Blowfish hey
Yeah, and I kick a thing like this
I say, I say, I say, I say
Shorty me out
I say, I say
Now follow as I slip that butter melody
is the part Shock takes your heart and leaves you vision blurry
So try to on my dope
I suggest that you invest in a
As I with hella rythem
closer to your television
Get your look like that hooker catch Jay ism
Even my vocals for your ears, you still couldn't see me though
As I flavor rub this vidy oregano
I'm slanging them nouns and
You see me with binoculars
I guess I'm a little different cause I do love them hoes
Just maybe not the same way I my niggeros
Cause I love it they say something fly
The ill caps me laugh till I cry
Some and some freaks and it's on
All long
I love to see my homies strong
But then cook with that cloudy cookbook
salts on another brother's sunny day
I'm wondering if we're really happy here this lonely G game we play