Luyện nghe bài hát Good Music

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

Yo it, I digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop
Not R&B to me that's not my style and
The R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but major
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 Marley
On the cloud I be relaxin' last night and shit

In studio today but hey Question
Was on the Westside asleep a clue when
I hollered to Crumbs to pick up the phone and tell him to get ready
Question, ya doin'? Ain't nothing

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

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

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

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

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

Now we got to out exit

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

But a wing, so
He down to pick up the sticks and his pants fall down
(Dang!)
In my face, didn't frown, turned around
And thought he a draft, so I laughed

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

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

Here the Crumbs, from the chums of the P.O.
Sprouted from The 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' Question to it, goin'
I'm doin', I'm not really knowin'
But umm, to me see it oh-and-kay'n
(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 Question's jokin', and I'm like
nobody comes in and opens, the door
Ah man, what is up with you
I'm leavin', what? Why you
Your face like man?
Look ugly, self-righteous,

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

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