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 Never
Now dig the for today, is good music
So sit back, and dig the groove

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

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

In today but hey Brother Question
Was on the asleep 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 for Rubber Band and Bes'
Bassey broke on the other side of town
Yo you know what about, The Roots is out to the subway

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

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

From the subway to the
Gots to fast if we wanna get to the bus
like a Mex for the border
Umm, yo, oh umm, was it a of yas?
Nah, just the of us

nappy sweets on the transit, two fine
Three fo' five mo' fine, uhh!
A girl says, "Hey ain't 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 dropped a bag of drumsticks
nothing

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

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, yeah

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

Here comes the Crumbs, from the of the P.O.
Sprouted from The Roots and I was added to the
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'
What I'm doin', I'm not really
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 paragraph, and I'm done half

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

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

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