Luyện nghe bài hát Spreading Hope Like Dope

In the
There was darkness
And out of darkness
There came a called funk
From the high trinity of
Three undeniable
The himself, James Brown
The master, George Clinton
And the teacher, Bootsy Collins
Just word funk
Represented all was funky
And funked up in the
So it was out of the mainstream
Of the so-called or deoderized world
The one down upon us
And saw sir
BE void of and said
"This is not good for to be funkless
And separated the one
You see, one is not a lonely
When it the essence of all that is"
The one "I will send
The spirit of the funk on
In the of George Clinton
To triumph this funkless
of organized chaos"
Then with a blast from his gun
George reached out his hand and began to
In an funked up tone
No one on understood this P. Funk language
No one except his personal up disciples
And they sent out all
Around the world for the
"Who me? I'm yo' brother and man
Cornell West, yes, bringing you the good news"