Luyện nghe bài hát Nappy Heads (Remix) *

Yo, Mona Lisa, I get a date on Friday?
And if busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, comin' around the way

Yo, hey, head
Yo,
Whatchu got
Hah, I got some of lyrical

Well, I'm a y'all
Well, I'm a Libra

You wanna battle I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams I write the flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those say ock
I got of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera

Balang, balang, to de man de rock 'cuz I love thee
If you live by the sword you be die by the gun
all guys tell lies and more girls commits it
I was ordered to Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good Men'

on the kid from the capitol
I never play the soap opera but now I'm a Hospital
Condition critical, spirit over who's the
So if I die, catch me at the

fly away, ohh, glory with a mic in my hand
To a land where only God me
And the Angels raps on holy paper
I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he said the escalator
One flight up, is guaranteed be there
My sister'd be there, my mother'd be

So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee around de way

I don't puff so I got my breath
Never had to battle with a bullet proof
They call me weasel but I, still cave a chest
I don't wear Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the

No disrespect to the West, true
I rock it to the East, the East is the
To see that them days back, yo and Hot Tracks
Peace to Mr. Magic, are gettin' tragic

Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku
My own clan is actin' up, I it on the Phillie blunt
Whatcha do, kids are actin' ooohhh
Hill is gettin' fed up, yo the coporate at?

A Mister Three Suit
Check the square roots, and Timberland boots
Nah, that's the serpents and know garment tips
I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy
I a Jones' comin' down, yo I

I got the slang to make the chitty, bang,
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy bang
No I, got hte slang to the chitty, bang, bang
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the heads bang

Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday
And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy heads in the and we're not goin' home

Hey, yo a is a battle but a battle's not a battle
if it's snake rattle
'Cuz my as old as a reptile
As as a new Nile, as new as a new child

So come follow me to the land of
land's your land, this land's my land
The blacker the man, the better the next man
Yo, some heads need to check they necks for red

I, feel injection, put the to your feel reality's
You to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
"Oh you wanna hang old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap your head to the

Word is bond, you get wrong, have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I say to myself, a wonderful world
But the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm
Mr. Man

The they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all
Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a doll
Doors locked drawer for the count who drops
You slept on a kid the boondocks

Out of land of the ill kill
Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top rankin'
say who comin' like the yuma but save the rumor
'Cuz I've been rockin' ever since two
When I used to my Pumas

Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra
Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a Libra
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a y'all
Oh, co'mon, well I'm a Libra

Yo Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse Fugee around de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy heads in the zone and not goin' home!

Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de Fugee comin' around de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not home

I wear my sunglasses at
To spy on my girlfriend, right
dancin', romancin', freakin' at night
Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,

I wear my at night
To spy on my girlfriend, right
They dancin', romancin', at night
Say, Mona could I get a date on Friday