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

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

Even if you came through the party some ass
Dont need no with the VIP pass
In pocket or your purse, be my first verse
Raps an addiction such as Fiction
I the west, the number one, we be the best
No with no limping, no, I dont do no simpin
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 that 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 Rick
Uh, bring the (Bring the funk)

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

Rapsody (Yeah)
Yeah, the sound

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

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

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

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

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