Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Tha 'P' In It

Ay, ay
Ay man, is it man?
Who own the record
Man, who the hell are you

Walkin' up on me man, lookin' you so broke, man
If it cost three cents to shit, you'd to throw up
You know who own the
Man, why you sit your ignorant ass down, man and listen

So is it my turn again? Yeah, nigga yours
Oh, I done kick a funky verse for the P-funk? Of
Well, count down to end for these fakers
Bet we hit this time and we no takers

Who thought the was despondent out the Westside
Not be for the ride but it's only for the trees
That's right, so peep the
And if I get it hot, baby, rock the twat

'Cus ain't no party like a in the Penthouse suite
And you how we do it, baby, yo Tree
So if the of the smack brings fear
To them perpetrators right, when they was right from the very start

Pretendin' theys the ones that
But pimp who is foolin'? Not me or you
Fools confused, thinkin' on a decline
'Cus we kicks the P's and 'em about the funk this time

has changed
(Nothing has)
Got to have the
has changed
(Nothing has)
Got to the funk

Nothing has
(Nothing has)
Got to have the
has changed
(Nothing has)
Got to the funk

at that ass again, it don't stop
Bust a lean in yo 64 shift, a hop to the top
Where the hang out
Endo remains to sprout, [Incomprehensible] what I'm talking about

And host from my block to your neighborhood
Tell 'em Quik, when you know it's back to no
I wish you would 'cus I'm true to gangsta shit
Now take a Tic Tac and 'em like a hoe in the hood, bitch

my endz ho
They say it's never you know
I gots to mo' but I'ma shake the spot infact
I jacked his trick and his fo' so I can crack-a-lack

And straight P-funk
only right you peeped the rhyme, I got to take mine
Check yo ass with the shit that
'Cus 2-Tone came to the game, ain't a damn changed

Nothing has
(Nothing has)
Got to have the
Nothing has
(Nothing has)
Got to have the

Nothing has
(Nothing has)
Got to the funk
has changed
(Nothing has)
Got to the funk

the 1 to the 9 with the 9 to the 4
When I thought you knew the drill but you still don't hear me
Kam and Watts up, The Grass Roots
No daisy duke shit, knockin' ass boots

Nigga please, we kick it G'z
Puttin' down work I lurk don't even sneeze, fuck the Goldies
That's the Eastside way of getting chips
When your raise up chillin' with the dogs and the

New get tagged, ridas get wrecked
Niggas get peeled back and chins get checked
expect no love, boy, no apology
Kids ain't for yo child psychology

In 9 and 4, yo business is the best bitch
Screamin', riot, we ain't even made a mess yet
Ya shouldn't speak with a heart
You got to everything you start
And a damn thang changed

Nothing has
(Nothing has)
Got to have the
has changed
(Nothing has)
Got to the funk

Nothing has
(Nothing has)
Got to have the
Nothing has
(Nothing has)
Got to have the

Now niggas transform like cons
We'll slice your ass up like Don
Quik bombs on the P-funk tip
Even though a nigga rap, you'll get that ass whipped

don't slip, ain't a damn than changed
Numb yo ass up like some cane
you all fucked up like you smoked some loot
Hi-C still sippin' like soup

We got Kam, Hamm, New D and
And me myself, Mista Big
No I might not know which bitch that I
But I know on thing, I got to have the

From ya speaker and not ya ass
'Cus some of y'all bitches just won't baths
Hand picked niggas, just can't me
'Cus we to the game and ain't a damn thang changed

Nothing has
(Nothing has)
Got to the funk
Nothing has
(Nothing has)
Got to the funk

has changed
(Nothing has)
Got to the funk
Nothing has
(Nothing has)
Got to the funk

Can ya me? Who that nigga flipped?
Goddamn muthafucka, it's the D
shit for these niggas and all these bad necks
'Cus I got the dope shit for and every set, next

Up on line, it's black ass K
I never switch it for ya 'cus I'm still the same way
Me and D can flip the shit, kick down a flow
We represent the P-Funk, you know it stand for

Now back up in yo ass again, it's mista and I clown
I got the shit that shake 'em
'em down, take 'em down and now that I'm
Chillin' niggas mista 2-Tone, 2nd II None
Playa Hamm and Kam well,

Doin' it like we do it, nuttin' but trues to it
Rollin' with the funky 'P', I you knew it
'Cus nothin' but the best for the trues from the West Side
'Cus ain't changed and you know that's right

Yeah, this is General Jeff, bringin' up the
Lettin' ya we representin'
With a all-start line up for that ass, peep out
We got Quik, 2nd II None, Hi-C, Playa

2-Tone and that Kam
If that don't move your ass, I know what will
But no matter what, you to keep the P in it
That's mandatory, baby ain't nuttin' changed