Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Funk Flow

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

[erick
I got my girls to keep me pumpin, like getti
Use the same fuel as andretti
Kickin butt in the 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 to slip
Cause it's time for some action, check on the mic-hael jackson
Do a spin grab my nuts, and start
Let the mc's that I shock like lightning
They with the e-double-e, I sounds 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 wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin
So I will stay, if that's wit you
But I won't leave, until the party is
So while I'm here, let me get
Fiendin for the rhyme (like a junkie)
Put the pep in step, the stride in your glide
Epmd goin nationwide

smith]
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 work the bone out your
To mess with the two is to mess hot water
We like to hang, then slaughter
All mc's, who proceed to intrude
E said (let em slide), say but I'm in the mood
For dishin and dismissin, all those who don't
Reel the ones in, as if we was fishin
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
When the pmd is on the microphone
The momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined
To go off beat, and come on time
To maintain and explain, but never the same
And when it comes to do this, few remain
People on my for the rhymes I invent
Dip in a phone booth just like clark
Step out dressed to impress, no intention to fess
Chillin hard, the p on my chest
Rhymin on the mic, while the beat steady
Throw a funky fresh and mc's fetch it like freddy

[erick
to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll
Drink a six-pack, maybe miller or
not the move, it's about hip-hop
The love that y'all and screamin had to stop
Let's get it straight for nineteen
For it can fine for nineteen eighty-nine
I hear the girls out sayin e is hot
only shows you what juice I got
And if you don't like me, and you boo
There's wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you
So let the funk
"let it flow!"

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

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