Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Tha 'P' In It

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

up on me man, lookin' like you so broke, man
If it cost three cents to shit, you'd to throw up
You who own the record
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 verse for the P-funk? Of course
Well, count down nigga to end for these
Bet we hit this time and we fade no

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

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

Pretendin' theys the ones that
But who is they foolin'? Not me or you
Fools confused, we's 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 have the

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

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

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

Took my ho
They say never enough you know
I to have mo' but I'ma shake the spot infact
I just jacked his and his fo' so I can crack-a-lack

And straight anytime
It's right you peeped the rhyme, I got to take mine
Check yo ass with the that stank
'Cus 2-Tone came to the game, ain't a damn thang

Nothing has
(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 have the

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

please, we kick it like G'z
Puttin' down when I lurk don't even sneeze, fuck the Goldies
just the Eastside way of getting chips
When your raise up with the dogs and the rips

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

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

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

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

Now transform like deceptive cons
slice your ass up like Jeffrey Don
Quik drop bombs on the tip
Even though a nigga rap, still get that ass whipped

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

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

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

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

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

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

Up on line, it's that ass K
I could switch it for ya 'cus I'm still the same way
Me and D can flip the shit, down a funky flow
We represent the P-Funk, you what it stand for

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

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

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

and that nigga Kam
If that don't move your ass, I don't what will
But no matter what, you gots to the P in it
That's mandatory, baby 'cus nuttin' changed