Luyện nghe bài hát Funkin' Around

Hello, well good evening and gentlemen
we like to do right here
Well, first of all let me let you who I am
Well, I go by the name of 3000, alright?
And we come from a little
Called like Georgia right?
You know now everybody
Wants to be from
And folks like to be from the
And everything that
You know, like like the South
It's like cool to be the South
about now
Girls up

between Saturday night
And early mornin'
I don't know, I'm somewhere
In between,
I'm out here knowin' hip-hop is
The average nigga on my corner
What the fuck you mean,
See we ain't even sing the top
Counter-clock goes the neighborhood
me down some canned-goods
Won't cut the Gray
We got the
to the drawing board

Can't afford to journey beyond
One, slash one ninety-one
My teacher six foot man
Said, "Sit son"
And let me you like I heard it
When I desert it
It wadn't no way to word it
Got my scurred and
By the, of bad, the singer of sad
Songs to you long for
Your mom and dad
Plaid class polka dots
I you ain't mad
up little mama
I'm about to

Yup, we ain't just funkin'
No, you don't to see me clown
No, tomorrow sounds like now

People have ya party, but please don't be
It's time to bounce, rock, roller
Bounce, rock, roller
Hey sexy Mama, there's no time to
It's time to bounce, rock, roller
Bounce, rock, skate
Grab partner, roll around
And the sound, ah baby
have ya party, don't be late
It's time to bounce, rock, roller
Bounce, rock, skate

While Scotty is beaming La is skeeming
Wait to you still in my name-go
you snoozing I'm dreaming
I'm Tylenol PM, you to the same thing
Everyday Perdium
Never try to be nothing but that what being
One under the cool should be the rule
young man or young lady
Begins or starts grade
Silence violence, nine times out of ten times
The is the loudest

through your privates
Daddy Fat Sacks can I your back, naw
Ooh, you're a playa,
Ohh, your ball
Got me out
In ya black book my name was out
from starting the second string
Now in the dog
Remenicing, the party was
of arguements
You think about the hugs and
If is, something, hard for you to think
You better bounce, rock, roller

Yup, we just funkin' around
No, you don't want to see me
No, tomorrow like right now
Yup, we ain't funky but wild

Andre and Big Boy our guest