Luyện nghe bài hát The Funky Headhunter

Yo ham, whassup,
Whassup,
nothin' man, what you think 'bout all them fellas
Out there junk about you, man?

Oh, you talkin' 'bout rap fools?
Oh, you how they do it, man
They talk pro-black, but they'll you straight in yo back
But you know, got to go
I can't fade 'em

Yeah, so you gon' do, man?
I oughtta 'em in the back of they head

Bust 'em in the of they head
For lies that I know that they said
Bust 'em in the back of head
For those lies that I know they said

Bust 'em in the back of they
For those lies that I know that said
Bust 'em in the back of head
For those that I know that they said

the one you can't touch, pump it up, turn it up
A brand new cut for the to burn up
Suckers gettin' mad 'cause over 20 million
And now they try to 'cause they can't get gold

I was born in a hole, now I'm in
(Yo, yo)
Bank boy is the way we roll
(We roll)
I'm for the punks
Talkin' the junk on the

The hammer don't 'em days are over
These are the days of the payback,
I'm up on the hill down
Biggidy phat rap number one pound for pound, punks

Yeah, you runners, beware of
The headhunter

Bust 'em in the of they head
For those lies that I that they said
Bust 'em in the back of head
For lies that I know that they said

'em in the back of they head
For those lies I know that they said
Bust 'em in the back of they
For those lies that I know that they

Ya to play me soft, now ya set it off
If ya got on ya chest, let it off
we can get it on, don't let the dance steps fool ya
'Cause if I catch ya slippin', I'ma to do ya, do ya

One to the chin, to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't it
The last album didn't even go plastic
Some claiming towns that they ain't from
Some they hard, but never shot a gun, Bustas

Yeah, you runners, of Hammer
The funky

'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know they said
Bust 'em in the back of they
For lies that I know that they said

Bust 'em in the of they head
For those lies that I know that they
Bust 'em in the back of they
For those lies that I know that they

Bust 'em in the back, bust 'em, bust 'em, bust 'em in the
Bust 'em in the back, bust 'em, bust 'em, bust 'em in the
And those suckas play dead

Straight from street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to them B's
Put 'em in the trunk and ain't no front
'Cause east oak town didn't no punk

So sit up, get up, girls get lit up
Check it, Hammer with the unexpected, I wrecked it
Quik, I gets mad wicked, I didn't check the
'Cause Q-Tip kick it

And that punk Redman, I hit you with the son
Talk is cheap, it's time time for some
Gonna make you eat every that you said
And a like you would end up dead, Red

But another talk about the and the pops
And the joking stops, I'ma knock off ya block
And watch ya body drop the ya straight flopped, Fool, Fool

Trick runner, beware of
The funky