Luyện nghe bài hát Urban Rapsody

Rick James Rappin 4-Tay

on, come on, come on with the funk thang
Come on, come on, come on 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 through the party with 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 represent the west, the one, we be the best
No walking with no limping, no, I dont do no
Sticking to my player script keep trippin slippin
Spread a lot of game, thats what the want me

the??
That you act that player hatin
Same trip, you talk down on a player track
If you how I got the boss 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)

Rapsody (Yeah)
Yeah, the sound

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

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

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

Aint no funk like this way in the Bay
Where all the players parlay
City Band, 4-Tay and Rick James
Late night, clubbin, recognizin game
Toast the ass not the glass and we
All day, day, players keep it cloudy
Mocha Almond, caramel,
One you got em started, man, it aint no stoppin
Pimps, players, pushers, aint nothin like the
The partys on again, at a player, dough
like mafioso, so just bring a toast
Boss Hogs, shot callers and Im the
Passports for a scrapper it nation wide
And about root 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 gots to

I cant stay
I got to go check out that Coast thang