Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Funk Flow

[parrish
Relax I tax, or you can just max
It really matter, just stay the hell back
Poppin much junk, now the time has
I pick your card and your name has 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 a chill and lay low
Hypnotize your girl, the funk flow

sermon]
I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like
Use the same fuel as andretti
butt in the beginning all the way to the end
He drives, I rhyme no what we win
I come fully equipped, the mic on my hip
So if you real, it's no time to
Cause when it's time for some action, check on the mic-hael
Do a spin grab my nuts, and start
Let the mc's know that I shock like
mess 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 would say ? bamba yards? , but I'm not
I wanna 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 (like a four-deuce junkie)
Put the pep in your step, the in your glide
them goin nationwide

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

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

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

sermon]
Listen to heavy metal, rock n roll
Drink a six-pack, maybe miller or
That's not the move, it's hip-hop
The love that y'all playin and had to stop
Let's get it straight for eighty-eight
For it can fine for nineteen eighty-nine
I the girls out there sayin e is hot
only shows you what juice I got
And if you don't me, and you yellin boo
nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin 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 about it, I know it's funky
"let it