Luyện nghe bài hát Urban Rapsody

Rick James featuring 4-Tay

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

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

Even if you came through the with some ass
Dont need no cash the VIP pass
In your pocket or your purse, be my first
Raps an addiction such as Pulp
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 keep slippin
Spread a lot of game, what the people want me

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That you act player hatin copycat
little trip, you talk down on a player track
If you wonder how I got the boss
Smokin on Jane, listenin to Rick 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
That you come from, you get out if you just
Pimps, and pushers on the corner block
You should see all the that you can clock
In the ghetto, you can hear a
And the melody is written for you and me
Call it folk, call it and blues
It aint nothin but a feelin 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 funk this way in the Bay
Where all the players parlay
Stone City Band, and Rick James
Late night, clubbin, recognizin game
Toast the ass not the glass and we
All day, every day, players it cloudy
Almond, caramel, chocolate
One you got em started, man, it aint no stoppin
Pimps, players, pushers, aint like the ghetto
The partys on again, at a player, dough
Just like mafioso, so bring a toast
Boss Hogs, callers and Im the force
Passports for a scrapper it nation wide
And about that root of all evil it might just your life
on the funk, Rick, we got the party pack
With all these and hoes, man, I gots to mack

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