Luyện nghe bài hát Good Music

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

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 for radio, but major soul
The ones that's hip won't change the and

I remember one morning at the Shack, coolin'
In the outback, on the ship
Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley
On the cloud I be relaxin' last night and shit

In studio today but hey Brother
Was on the Westside asleep without a when
I hollered down to Crumbs to pick up the phone and tell him to get
Question, what ya Ain't nothing

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

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

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

From the subway to the
Gots to break if we wanna get to the bus
like a Mex for the border
Umm, yo, oh umm, was it a bunch of
Nah, the four of us

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

Now we got to out exit

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

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

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

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

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

At the Rat Cave, mic I'm hand, I'm
Question to keep it, goin'
What I'm doin', I'm not really
But umm, to me see it oh-and-kay'n
(It okay)

Layin', to the sounds
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'
nobody comes in and opens, the door
Ah man, what is up you man?
I'm leavin', what? Why you
Your face that man?
ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder

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

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