Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Funk Flow

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

[erick
I got my to keep me pumpin, just like getti
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 equipped, with the mic on my hip
So if you real, it's no to slip
Cause when it's time for some action, check on the jackson
Do a grab my nuts, and start taxin
Let the know that I shock like lightning
They mess with the e-double-e, I frightening

so let the funk flow
"let it flow!"

[erick
Blastoff, and off you go
We take off fast, but now we take up slow
I would say ? bamba , but I'm not leavin
I don't wanna go, but the keep screamin
So I will stay, if that's 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 step, the stride in your glide
them goin nationwide

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

so let the funk flow
"let it flow!"

[parrish
Lounge homeboy you in the zone
the brother 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 never the same
And when it to do this, very few remain
People on my jock for the rhymes I
Dip in a booth just like clark kent
Step out to impress, with no intention to fess
hard, with the p on my chest
Rhymin on the mic, the beat 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, miller or stroh
That's not the move, about hip-hop
The love that y'all playin and screamin had to
get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight
For it can fine for nineteen eighty-nine
I hear the girls out there 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, somethin wrong with you
So let the flow
"let it flow!"

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

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