Luyện nghe bài hát Urban Rapsody

Rick James Rappin 4-Tay

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

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

Even if you came through the with some ass
Dont need no with the VIP pass
In pocket or your purse, be my first verse
Raps an such as Pulp Fiction
I the west, the number one, we be the best
No walking with no limping, no, I dont do no
Sticking to my player script suckas trippin slippin
Spread a lot of game, what the people want me

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

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

Urban (Yeah)
Yeah, just the

Eenie meenie miny moe, no matter hood
That you come from, you get out if you could
Pimps, players and pushers on the corner
You should see all the that you can clock
In the ghetto, you can a rapsody
And the melody is just for you and me
Call it folk, call it and blues
It aint nothin but a feelin that we

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

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

Aint no like funk this way in the Bay
Where all the players parlay
Stone City Band, 4-Tay and Rick
night, clubbin, game recognizin game
Toast the ass not the glass and we
All day, every day, players keep it
Mocha Almond, caramel,
One you got em started, man, it really aint no
Pimps, players, pushers, aint nothin the ghetto
The on again, holler at a player, dough
like mafioso, so just bring a toast
Boss Hogs, callers and Im the force
for a scrapper it goes 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 freaks and hoes, man, I to mack

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