Luyện nghe bài hát Good Music

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

Yo bust it, I digs hip-hop, and for hip-hop
Not R&B to me that's not my style and
The ain't 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 songwritin'
Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley
On the I be relaxin' from last night and shit

In studio today but hey Question
Was on the Westside without a clue when
I hollered down to Crumbs to pick up the and tell him to get ready
Question, what ya 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 side of
Yo you know what about, The Roots is out to the subway

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

Does anybody real music?
Sweet music, music?
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 bunch of
Nah, just the of us

nappy sweets on the transit, two fine
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 make out

To the
To
Crushin' mix
Oh man, yo look 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

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

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

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
Tellin' Question to keep it,
I'm doin', I'm not really knowin'
But umm, to me see it sounds
(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'
nobody comes in and opens, the door
Ah man, what is up you man?
I'm leavin', what? Why you
Your face like man?
Look ugly, self-righteous,

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

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