Luyện nghe bài hát Time 4 Sum Aksion - Redman

Time 4 sum
4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum
get ready to rumble

In this corner we the funk body snatcher
P Funkadelic and I gotcha enough
That I can chew a bag of rocks
Chew an Avenue, chew an off and off block

Then turn and do the same damn thing to a soloist
'Cause Reggie pissed
I crush your brain frame
'Cause you couldn't the funk

have your rap style for lunch, chump
'Cause 92, I take a whole
Give them a punch of the
Knock all of their gold loose

To show you type of stuff I'm on
You can't puff or it
I was born with it
The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the rap of 10

Then 1, 2, 3, you're
I get action, so everybody jump your rump
If you like the way it sounds
Pump it in your trunk

And let loose with the Juice when I do
I'm too hot, some say I got Juice then Tupac
(Straight Jersey)
You heard me, my I'm laughin'

4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum
Time 4 sum

Lights, camera, cock back the
from the land of the lost
I'ma hit you with the funk
That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile

Then strike a like Madonna
My mom's me out because I did what I want to
The original P-Funk a trunk of funk
Then you saw 'cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps

So color me bad, color me black
For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the track
The funky fly
Come on and let me kick, the funky fly

Just to you where the hell I come from
I get dumb the 112
Check my rep, I'm a hit when I sex like this
Make you to the list

Of a funky brain cell when it's puffed on a
And all that, the hi hat, go buy
Listen, look, oops, brother where eyes at?
on the floor, pick 'em up

While I pour a lil' funk down your brain
Listen to my name
Redman to rock, I got a glock
Then, pow, body is all over the block

Tryin to step to ths, the Exorcist, it
I git mad wicked when the twin the biscuit
And blow your head off, just for
"Who's the one rappin?"

Time 4 sum
4 sum aksion
Time 4 sum

Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid, yeah, what I'm sayin'
We not goin' for the Okee Doke, believe
Hit Squad is definitely in the
For the brothers don't be knowin' what's up?
Word is bond, I gotta show the flava

to the funk track, like Black Sheep
My man, he say, "Who's the Redman?"
"Where's the Redman?"
I kill, I smother, I get with the

Yo, yo, yo, chill, G, la, it's over man
You ain't gotta say no more, over