Luyện nghe bài hát Urban Rapsody

Rick James featuring 4-Tay

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

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

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

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

Rapsody (Yeah)
Just the (Just the sound)
of the ghetto (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, players and on the corner block
You should see all the money that you can
In the ghetto, you can hear a
And the melody is just for you and me
Call it folk, call it rhythm and
It aint but a feelin 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)

no funk like funk this way in the Bay
Where all the players parlay
Stone City Band, and Rick James
Late night, clubbin, game recognizin
Toast the ass not the glass and we
All day, every day, players keep it
Almond, caramel, chocolate
One you got em started, man, it really aint no
Pimps, players, pushers, aint like the ghetto
The partys on again, at a player, dough
Just like mafioso, so just a toast
Boss Hogs, shot and Im the force
for a scrapper it goes nation wide
And about root of all evil it might just cost your 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 check out West Coast thang