Luyện nghe bài hát Good Music

Peace to all the hip cats, all the Sweets
This is the Brother Question, live
Via satellite from the Never Tunnels
Now dig the for today, is good music
So sit back, and dig the groove

Yo bust it, I digs hip-hop, and for hip-hop
Not R&B because to me that's not my and
The R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but soul
The ones that's hip change the dial and

I remember one at the Soul Shack, coolin'
In the outback, on the songwritin'
Blizz a five, off a Bob spliff
On the I be relaxin' from last night and shit

In today but hey Brother Question
Was on the Westside asleep without a clue
I hollered down to to pick up the phone and tell him to get ready
Question, what ya doin'? nothing

Yeah, buttered chicken wings, so I met him in the
Where we had to 'lax and wait for Band and Bes'
Bassey broke down on the side of town
Yo you know what it's about, The Roots is out to the

Does anybody real music?
Sweet music, soul
You know The Roots is a group that'll it
to use it, to make you move it, yeah

Does like real music?
music, soul music?
You know The Roots is a group choose it
to use it, to make you move it, yeah

From the subway to the
Gots to break fast if we get to the bus
Runnin' like a Mex for the
Umm, yo, oh umm, was it a of yas?
Nah, the four of us

Nuff sweets on the transit, two fine
Three fine fo' mo' fine, uhh!
A girl says, "Hey ain't y'all The Roots?"
And I'm like, "Heh, worrrd", and the shorty passed the sign

Now we got to make out

To the
To
trail mix
Oh man, yo look out
Say
out!
Question dropped a bag of drumsticks
Ain't

But a wing, so
He bends to pick up the sticks and his pants fall down
(Dang!)
In my face, Question frown, turned around
And he felt a draft, so I laughed

Does like real music?
Sweet music, soul
You know The Roots is a group that'll it
Just to use it, to you move it, yeah

Does anybody real music?
Sweet music, soul
You The Roots is a group that'll choose it
Just to use it, to make you move it,

Here the Crumbs, from the chums of the P.O.
from The Roots and I was added to the trio
Now I'm and got a reason for my ego
In the words of, Los Lobos, ad-ios,

At the Rat Cave, mic I'm hand, I'm
Tellin' to keep it, goin'
What I'm doin', I'm not really
But umm, to me see it sounds
(It okay)

Layin', to the playin'
Umm, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to
Trippin', I'm tryin', not to laugh, it
It's the last paragraph, and I'm done

But jokin', and I'm like hopin'
That nobody comes in and opens, the
Ah man, what is up with you
I'm leavin', what? Why you
face like that man?
ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder

Does anybody like real
music, soul music?
You know The Roots is a group that'll it
Just to use it, to you move it

anybody like real music?
Sweet music, music?
You know The is a group that'll choose it
to use it, to make you move it