Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Funk Flow

[parrish
while I tax, or you can just max
It doesn't matter, just stay the hell back
much junk, now the time has arose-n
I pick your and your name has been chosen
Not all ? line-opin? or the stick up scene
"let it flow!", you know I mean
I'm the pmd, in the to be
Clock rhymin and I lock ya, the tick-tocker
steady clockin at the same time jockin
So a brother like md takes a and lay low
Hypnotize your girl, while the funk

[erick
I got my girls to me pumpin, just like getti
Use the same as mario andretti
Kickin butt in the all the way to the end
He drives, I rhyme no what we win
I come equipped, with the mic on my hip
So if you real, it's no time to
when it's time for some action, check on the mic-hael jackson
Do a grab my nuts, and start taxin
Let the mc's that I shock like lightning
They with the e-double-e, I sounds frightening

[parrish] so let the flow
"let it flow!"

[erick
Blastoff, and off you go
We take off fast, but now we take up slow
I say ? bamba yards? , but I'm not leavin
I don't go, but the girlies keep screamin
So I will stay, if fine wit you
But I won't leave, until the is through
So I'm here, let me get funky
Fiendin for the rhyme (like a junkie)
Put the pep in your step, the stride in glide
them goin nationwide

[parrish
While the bass is steady and the beat be like thumpin
You lose cool, then you start jumpin
You're out of control, and I'm on track
In seconds later I the bone out your back
To mess with the two is to mess with hot
We like to hang, torture slaughter
All sucker mc's, who proceed to
E said (let em slide), say but I'm in the mood
For and dismissin, all those who don't listen
Reel the ones in, as if we was fishin
So in eighty-eight, no I think it's too late
Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old

[erick] so let the flow
"let it flow!"

[parrish
Lounge homeboy you in the zone
When the pmd is on the microphone
The slow momentum of my are divine and combined
To go off beat, and come back on
To maintain and explain, but sound the same
And when it comes to do this, very few
People on my jock for the rhymes I
Dip in a phone booth just like clark
Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to
hard, with the p on my chest
Rhymin on the mic, while the beat steady
Throw a funky fresh rhyme and mc's fetch it like

sermon]
Listen to heavy metal, rock n roll
Drink a six-pack, miller or stroh
That's not the move, it's about
The love y'all playin and screamin had to stop
get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight
For it can fine for nineteen eighty-nine
I hear the girls out sayin e is hot
That only you what juice I got
And if you like me, and you yellin boo
There's nothin wrong wit me, it's wrong with you
So let the funk
"let it flow!"

[parrish] so let the funk
"let it flow!"

[parrish] yo, this beat is sort of
[sermon] man, I ain't worried about it, I know funky
"let it