Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up On That Funk

Get on up on funk
And you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)
I got the inside me, yes it guides me
The light in my eyes, is shinin
Just give me some deep bass, a and a kick drum
Turn it up loud and to the rhythm run
Whenever I'm feelin bad, angry or
I grab a cassette, and pop it in the deck
Album or eight-track, as as it ain't wack
Funk is addictive, but not crack black
I'm hip to the old shit, the shit that hit
The Louisiana and homemade biscuits
is makin my feet move, it sure does good
My head is bouncin, through my neighborhood
But this ain't pop though, R&B or
Reggae or calypso, that's playin in my
that funk yes, won't settle for less
Sheeit, I must be blessed, now it out
[W.C. and
Get on up on funk
And you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)
[W.C.]
it out
Now turn up your radio, EQ the
I'm glad that y'all make it to rock with the Maad Circle
And is a preview, somethin to move to
to groove to, I hope I don't lose you
Now I am the miracle, some say I'm
But I'm from the ghetto I live off Imperial
Dip dab smacked in the heart of South
I might make it out (why?) cause I got
I ain't livin by protocol, cross me you're sure to
Another sucker, on some Eightball
Left by the wayside, run but you hide (yeah)
it foolish, but I got the funky ride
Now hear what I'm (yup) You might think I'm playin
Been so long, some say I need a vacation
Emcees be me, some girls wanna skeeze me
But I play the back, cause I'm of A-I-D, S
to the next I must move on
You might know my face (why) cause I a funky song
[W.C. and
Get on up on that
And maybe you'll feel
(repeat 2X)
..
"Coo, Coolio! em what's on the mic!"

I the funk, and the funk loves me so
I'm stuck to the funk and I let go
no mountain high or valley ever deep enough
to me away from the rhythm of the funky stuff
I know who I am, and Sam I
I'll never fake the funk, I won't cause I
Toones on the fader, kinda like Funk Vader
On tape like great, dominate the player
So Dub (whattup?) Won't you step to the
and the real meanin of the word funk
[W.C.]
What's my meanin of the word
Well let me give a
Minority Alliance of Anti
In words, an organization of my homeboys
from the rich and famous
And givin back to the folks in the slums, yo
Cause neither one of us where we came from
Cause you sellout, you're out, and we don't want ya back
Nigga both sides, I gotta peel his cap
Cause one thing the Circle ain't down with and
all these bourgeoise negroes, better known as
Huh, of society, approval they try so hard
with your brand new
Try to fit in with the upper class, but the upper
was a mask, and LAUGHIN AT YO' ASS
That's why I'm down the M.A.A.D. Circle
But still keepin it Low Pro, for the po' folks
So everybody your back
I'm like the who sat by the door with a gat yo
(I you can funk these words to the letter
Get up on the funk and maybe you'll better, yo)
[W.C. and
Get on up on that
And you'll feel better
(repeat 4X)