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 not my style and
The ain't for radio, but major soul
The ones that's hip change the dial and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now we got to out exit

To the
To
trail mix
Oh word man, yo out
Say
out!
Question a whole bag of drumsticks
nothing

But a wing, so
He bends down to pick up the and his pants fall down
(Dang!)
In my face, Question didn't frown, turned
And thought he 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 make you move it,

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

Here comes the Crumbs, the chums of the P.O.
Sprouted from The Roots and I was added to the
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 knowin'
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 half

But jokin', and I'm like hopin'
That comes in and opens, the door
Ah man, is up with you man?
I'm leavin', what? Why you
Your face like that
ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder

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

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