Luyện nghe bài hát Funkin Over Nuthin

*(Radio talking)*

Really been brought up too clearly.
The an Too $hort everything has been squashed.

*(Too talking)*

we want everybody to know, that it's, you know, the Oak-Town ain't
this.

*(Yukmouth talking)*

The hypes up things when they're wrong, but doesn't give enough
praise when everything is good.

*(Too talking)*

We should juss do a cut, even mention no beef or nothing, juss
it on 'em.

*(Numskull talking)*

You know it's politics, that made it sound like that. But all
you see it's all Jesus.

*(Too $hort)*

BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!! BEEATCH!!

*(Too talking)*

Man what's it all about? about shit. Nigga call me up talking
about, man it's on. niggaz fucking wit my niggaz an it's on. Nigga
what we fronting for? If it about this money, ain't about this
life an death nigga, shit, what's really on?

1 *(Too $hort)*

Jumped all in a face front him on tha spot,
don't the game, unless ya wanna get shot,
but who the rules do you recall?,
who's the when it comes to this street law?,
is it me?,
you?,
or is it my crew?,
my get down, yo niggaz do too,
mutha try to tell me don't fuck my life,
'cause nuthin nice,
ya pay the price,
ya them dudes,
in them same shoes,
it's new to you,
but the is used,
I got it them old niggaz,
so cool,
now we juss through,
all the hoes who,
in yo town,
don't front, too little,
'cause fake ass get punked fo your riddles,
so it all about,
think it later,
to all you gangstaz,
an all you perpitrators.

*(Harm)* x2

You've,
got me funkin,(funkin)
over man,(funkin man)
why ya wanna wit me??

(Speak on it boy!)

2 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh.
Sometimes you step in shit you can't get out of,
niggaz who talk shit,
is who I'm quick to sock the out of,
powder, wit all yo hoes off my door,
got em froze pocino,
ya all yo doe,
on the ass,
ass,
run a gank ass, fuck fast,
juss an ass hoe,
now I know why niggaz wanna you out like glass Joe,
all that playa hatin shit, ain't fo,
you must got wit niggaz makin they cash flow,
you baffled,
you mutha youngstaz,
so go wit old ass flow,
I gots ta have hoe,
'cause of niggaz wonder,
why us do this,
I'm under,
caught up in shit I didn't have nuthin to do wit,
the is,
you my funk is through,
ride fo a nigga,
if that ain't gonna do shit,
ya be ass pimp,
gettin yo ass whipped is like an every event.
BITCH!!
Dig it.

*(x2)*

3 *(Numskull)*

I'm too fuckin much fo myself,
so wit niggaz close to home is sumpthin else,
if you ain't gonna blow a nigga off,
then the end of it,
concentrate on mill an start spendin,
now this is where my do it for begins,
in '97,
I ain't no new mutha fuckin friends,
now I got no enemies,
I no grudges,
from now on I'm my own budget,
(fo real!!)
we all did our nigga,
but now all forgivin,
Chris you my til the ending,
an,
I wit Dru,
I wit Smoke-A-Lot,
wit me, so I gives a fuck,
Nummy-Num gonna go an drink his self to death,
nigga you chop it up wit me,
go death yoself,
I ain't tryin to nuthin,
of throwin away skrillion,
nigga,
I'd be fuckin.
Uh.

*(x2)*

4 *(Too $hort)*

I signed my name on the line,
niggaz I did it first,
an you first,
you you get it worse,
I suck the up,
I try to it on,
from the Bay,
gettin they on,
Frisco,
to Vallejo,
to the Big "O",
fuck yeh-yo,
hundred units,
a nigga half a million dollaz,
if you on a grip,
I to holla at yo later,
you can get in a minute,
two words,
distribution,
independent,
make an accapella you can hear word,
I spit game you never ever heard,
you how you be quick to pop niggaz,
these record be quick to rob niggaz,
I say "$hort Dogg",
an now pay me,
don't pay youngstaz,
an 'em get crazy.

*(til end)*

*(Too $hort during chorus)*

Fuck around an run up in yo shit. Yeah. That's the new goin baby,
we runnin up in record companies writin our own mutha checks.
Sign on the dotted line nigga. What ya really gettin? What's goin
on? Watch out. Niggaz in the town, bout to unite, we nationwide.
Oakland style, BITCH! Oh you really thought that gonna happen?
Shit. on now