Luyện nghe bài hát Way 2 Fonky

Oh yes Im new and improved, and to a groove
My name is Quik and Im smooth, and Im makin yo ugly bitch
With the streets you lose, but if you still wanna choose
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, I beat you with a switch
And tie you up and make you watch, Im fuckin' yo bitch

'Cause Im a low-pro that you should not fol-low
Puttin' suckaz in the wind cause my is hol-low
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 crew because my back is got
nothin' but the suckaz when we hit yo spot
Yeah, straight Bronx Killa, mark ass cant check me
But respect me, 'cause Im Way 2 Fonky

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

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

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

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

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

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