Luyện nghe bài hát Funkin' Around

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

Torn Saturday night
And early Sunday
I know, I'm somewhere stuck
In between,
I'm out here knowin' hip-hop is
The average on my corner yellin'
What the fuck you mean,
See we ain't even the mountain top
Counter-clock wise the neighborhood
Hand me down canned-goods
Won't cut the Gray
We got the
Back to the drawing

Can't to lose journey beyond
One, slash one ninety-one
My teacher six foot man
Said, "Sit son"
And let me tell you like I it
I don't desert it
It no other 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 with polka
I hope you mad
Back up mama
I'm about to

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

People have ya party, but please be late
time to bounce, rock, roller skate
Bounce, rock, roller
Hey sexy Mama, there's no time to
It's to bounce, rock, roller skate
Bounce, rock, skate
your partner, roll around
And the sound, ah baby
People have ya party, be late
It's time to bounce, rock, roller
Bounce, rock, skate

Scotty is beaming La Pookie is skeeming
Wait to you still in my name-go
While you snoozing I'm
I'm PM, you mouth to the same thing
Everyday like
Never try to be nothing but that you're 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 quietest is the

Bumplin' through privates
Daddy Fat can I have your back, naw
Ooh, such a playa,
Ohh, your ball
Got me out
In ya black book my name was out
Went from starting the string
Now in the dog
Remenicing, the was missing
Instead of
You think about the hugs and
If is, something, hard for you to think
You bounce, rock, roller skate

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

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