Luyện nghe bài hát The Funky Headhunter

Yo ham, whassup,
Whassup,
Ain't nothin' man, you think 'bout all them fellas
Out there junk about you, man?

Oh, you talkin' them rap fools?
Oh, you how they do it, man
They talk pro-black, but they'll stab you in yo back
But you know, got to go
I even fade 'em

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

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

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

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

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

The hammer don't hurt 'em days are
are the days of the payback, payback
I'm up on the hill lookin'
phat rap track number one pound for pound, punks

Yeah, you runners, of Hammer
The headhunter

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

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

Ya tried to 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 ya slippin', I'ma have to do ya, do ya

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

Yeah, you runners, beware of
The headhunter

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

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

from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but to drop them B's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no
'Cause east oak didn't raise 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 punk Redman, I hit you with the back son
Talk is cheap, it's time time for action
Gonna make you eat every word you said
And a like you would end up dead, Red

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

Trick runner, of hammer
The funky