Luyện nghe bài hát Nappy Heads (Remix) *

Yo, Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I mind takin'
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee around the way

Yo, hey, nappy
Yo,
Whatchu got
Hah, I got of that lyrical

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

You wanna battle swing I bring commandin' men like I was
In all your dreams I write the flick of Stephen King
Cling to false those papers 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
'Cuz all guys tell lies and more girls it
I was ordered to Code Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good

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

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

So, Mona Lisa, 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 comin' de way

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So come me to the land of Abraham
This land's your land, land's my land
The blacker the black man, the better the man
Yo, some nappy heads need to check they for red

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

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

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

Out of Motorville land of the ill
Bellsburg so you know I'm top rankin' Phil
Some say who comin' the yuma but save the rumor
'Cuz I've been ever since eighty two
When I used to rock my

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

Yo Lisa, could I get a date 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 zone and not goin' home!

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

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

I wear my sunglasses at
To spy on my girlfriend, that's
They dancin', romancin', at night
Say, Mona Lisa could I get a on Friday