Luyện nghe bài hát Way 2 Fonky

Oh yes Im new and improved, and to a groove
My is Quik and Im smooth, and Im makin yo ugly bitch move
With the streets you cant lose, but if you still wanna
To be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so her
And to you motherfuckers you wanna fade me?
Im runnin' the underground, so fool, crazy
And you better step, fore I you with a switch
And tie you up and make you watch, while Im fuckin' yo

Im a low-pro nigga that you should not fol-low
Puttin' suckaz in the wind cause my voice is
Put the to your grill and your punk ass rolls
You grab my shit and I pull the trigger now missin' a nose
And umm, I dont fear your crew my back is got
Chasin' but the suckaz when we hit yo spot
Yeah, straight Bronx Killa, mark ass cant check me
But gotta me, 'cause Im Way 2 Fonky

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, yeah

Now no than I hit the fuckin' streets
People be approachin' me, all throughout the swap
Askin' me shit like, your new album comin' out?
is it different? is it dope? Where yo perm? you talkin' 'bout?
I you dont expect that a nigga gon quit
Bein' nothin' less than funky and bangin' out the dope-ass
'Cause DJ-Quik is a name that I take much pride in
No ego's to hide in and no limos to in

a cutlass or two, but still the same ol shit
And me unclever? No never, Ill have this forever
The producer get down to the last ounce
And Im too so I dont need mo bounce
But to you suckaz in my city claimin' I got a def
You should try again fool, you aint near this
Them ass tracks, make you sound like a monkey
Just a in the dark, from a punk-ass mark who aint fonky

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky,

Now when you records aint funky then its easy to disrespect this
'Cause you know that when I hit I didnt
Just that Im born and raised, you wish you could fade
And when you picked up that album cover you I was paid, Tim
Cause we aint out and we aint stuck in that old school shit
boring flavor that just dont hit
Cause this is ninety-two, and yes yo is through
And if your aint sellin' well fool I thought you knew

That is straight Bronx Killa, straight Bronx Murda
Yeah yo citys a dump, and fool yo dont bump
And member the jack the rapper? yeah, your ass sat
when my homeboy d, was bout to flatten yo cap
And you apologized to him, kissin' his ass
Sayin' you dissed Compton for the money
So he gave you a but you aint movin' shit on the streets
Get off the of my city with them wack ass beats that aint fonky

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you I cant stop