Luyện nghe bài hát Urban Rapsody

Rick James featuring 4-Tay

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

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

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

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

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

Urban (Yeah)
Yeah, the sound

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

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

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

Aint no funk funk this way in the Bay
Where all the players parlay
Stone Band, 4-Tay and Rick James
Late night, clubbin, recognizin game
Toast the ass not the glass and we
All day, every day, 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, shot and Im the force
for a scrapper it goes nation wide
And about that root of all evil it might just cost life
on the funk, Rick, we got the party pack
With all freaks and hoes, man, I gots to mack

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