Luyện nghe bài hát Way 2 Fonky

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

'Cause Im a low-pro nigga you should not fol-low
Puttin' suckaz in the cause my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to your grill and your punk ass
You my shit and I pull the trigger now youre missin' a nose
And umm, I fear your crew because my back is got
nothin' but the suckaz when we hit yo spot
Yeah, Bronx Killa, mark ass niggaz cant check me
But gotta respect me, Im Way 2 Fonky

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

Now no sooner than I hit the fuckin'
People be approachin' me, all the swap meets
me shit like, when your new album comin' out?
is it different? is it dope? Where yo perm? What you 'bout?
I know you dont expect that a gon quit
Bein' nothin' less than and bangin' out the dope-ass hits
'Cause DJ-Quik is a name that I much much pride in
No ego's to in and no limos to ride in

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

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

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

That is straight Bronx Killa, straight Bronx Murda
Yeah yo citys a dump, and yo shit dont bump
And member the jack the yeah, your punk 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 pass but you aint movin' shit on the
Get off the nuts of my 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 know I stop