Luyện nghe bài hát Nappy Heads (Remix) *

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

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

Well, I'm a Libra
Well, I'm a Libra

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

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

on the kid from the capitol
I play the soap opera but now I'm a General Hospital
critical, spirit over who's the physical
So if I die, me at the funeral

I'll fly away, ohh, glory with a mic in my
To a land where God knows me
And the Angels write raps on holy
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, Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' de way

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

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

Now we on some new stuff, I never the Ku Kluk
My own clan is actin' up, I it on the Phillie blunt
Whatcha gonna do, kids are 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 them garment
I got a head full of problems and a full of nappy roots
I feel a Jones' 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 nappy bang

Yo, Mona Lisa, 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

Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a not a battle
if it's doesn't rattle
'Cuz my as old as a reptile
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 the next man
Yo, some nappy heads to check they necks for red

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 comin' around de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy heads in the zone and not goin' home

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

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