Luyện nghe bài hát Urban Rapsody

Rick featuring Rappin 4-Tay

Come on, come on, come on the funk thang
Come on, come on, come on with the funk
Come on, come on, on with the funk thang
Come on, on, come 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 no cash with the VIP pass
In your pocket or your purse, be my first
Raps an addiction such as Fiction
I represent the west, the one, we be the best
No with no limping, no, I dont do no simpin
Sticking to my player script suckas keep trippin
a lot of game, thats what the people want me

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

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

Rapsody (Yeah)
Yeah, just the

Eenie miny moe, no matter what hood
That you from, you get out if you just could
Pimps, players and pushers on the corner
You should see all the money 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 that we choose

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

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

Aint no like funk this way in the Bay
Where all the real players
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
Mocha Almond, caramel,
One you got em started, man, it really no stoppin
Pimps, players, pushers, aint like the ghetto
The partys on again, holler at a player,
Just like mafioso, so bring a toast
Boss Hogs, shot and Im the force
for a scrapper it goes nation wide
And that root of all evil it might just cost your life
Bring on the funk, Rick, we got the pack
all these freaks and hoes, man, I gots to mack

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