Luyện nghe bài hát Urban Rapsody

Rick James featuring Rappin

Come on, on, come on with the funk thang
Come on, come on, on with the funk thang
on, come on, come on with the funk thang
Come on, on, come on with the funk thang

Urban (Yeah)
Just the (Just the sound)
Sound of the

if you came through the party with some ass
Dont need no cash the VIP pass
In your pocket or purse, be my first verse
Raps an addiction as Pulp Fiction
I represent the west, the number one, we be the
No with no limping, no, I dont do no simpin
Sticking to my script suckas keep trippin slippin
Spread a lot of game, thats what the people me

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That you act that player copycat
Same trip, you talk down on a player track
If you how I got the boss game
Smokin on Mary Jane, listenin to James
Uh, the funk (Bring the funk)

Rapsody (Yeah)
Just the (Just the sound)
Sound of the (What you say)

Rapsody (Yeah)
Yeah, the sound

Eenie meenie miny moe, no what hood
you come from, you get out if you just could
Pimps, and pushers on the corner block
You should see all the money that you can
In the ghetto, you can hear a
And the melody is written for you and me
Call it folk, it rhythm and blues
It aint but a feelin that we choose

Urban (Yeah)
the sound (Just the sound)
Sound of the (What you say)

Rapsody (Yeah)
Yeah, the sound (Just the sound)
of the ghetto (Bring it 4-Tay)

Aint no funk like funk way in the Bay
Where all the real players
Stone City Band, 4-Tay and Rick
Late night, clubbin, game recognizin
Toast the ass not the glass and we
All day, every day, players it cloudy
Almond, caramel, chocolate
One you got em started, man, it really aint no
Pimps, players, pushers, aint like the ghetto
The on again, holler at a player, dough
Just like mafioso, so just a toast
Hogs, shot callers and Im the force
Passports for a scrapper it nation wide
And about that root of all evil it might cost your life
Bring on the funk, Rick, we got the pack
With all these and hoes, man, I gots to mack

I stay 4-Tay
I got to go out that West Coast thang