Luyện nghe bài hát Urban Rapsody

Rick James featuring Rappin

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

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

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

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

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

Urban (Yeah)
Yeah, the sound

Eenie meenie moe, no matter what hood
That you come from, you get out if you just
Pimps, players and pushers on the block
You see all the money that you can clock
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 nothin but a that we choose

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

Urban (Yeah)
Yeah, the sound (Just the sound)
Sound of the (Bring it 4-Tay)

Aint no funk like funk way in the Bay
Where all the real players
Stone City Band, and Rick James
Late night, clubbin, game recognizin
the ass not the glass and we outie
All day, day, players keep it cloudy
Mocha Almond, caramel,
One you got em started, man, it really aint no
Pimps, players, pushers, aint like the ghetto
The partys on again, holler at a player,
like mafioso, so just bring a toast
Boss Hogs, callers and Im the force
Passports for a scrapper it goes nation
And about that of all evil it might just cost your life
Bring on the funk, Rick, we got the pack
With all these freaks and hoes, man, I to mack

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