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 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 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 make you watch, while Im fuckin' yo

'Cause Im a low-pro nigga you should not fol-low
Puttin' suckaz in the wind cause my voice is
Put the pistol to grill and your punk ass rolls
You grab my and I pull the trigger now youre missin' a nose
And umm, I dont fear 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 I cant stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky,

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

Maybe a cutlass or two, but the same ol shit
And me unclever? No never, Ill have this forever
The producer get funky to the last ounce
And Im creative too so I dont need mo
But to you suckaz in my city I got a def wish
You should try again fool, you hittin' near this
Them wack ass tracks, make you sound a monkey
Just a shot in the dark, from a mark who aint 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 stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky,

Now when you records aint that funky then its easy to disrespect
'Cause you know when I hit I didnt miss
Just like that Im born and raised, you wish you could
And when you up that album cover you knew I was paid, Tim
Cause we aint goin' out and we aint stuck in 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

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

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