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

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

In studio today but hey Brother
Was on the asleep without a clue when
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 'lax and wait for Band and Bes'
Bassey broke down on the other side of
Yo you know what it's about, The is out to the subway

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

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, yeah

the subway to the studio
Gots to fast 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

nappy sweets on the transit, two fine
Three 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 make out

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

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

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

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

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

At the Rat Cave, mic I'm hand, I'm
Tellin' Question to 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 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 jokin', and I'm like hopin'
That nobody in and opens, the door
Ah man, is up with you man?
I'm leavin', what? Why you
Your face like man?
Look ugly, self-righteous,

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

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