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 you cant lose, but if you still 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, fore I beat you a switch
And tie you up and make you watch, while Im yo bitch

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

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

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

yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you I cant 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 that when I hit I didnt miss
Just like that Im born and raised, you wish you fade
And when you picked up that album cover you I was paid, Tim
Cause we aint goin' out and we aint in that old school shit
That boring that just dont hit
this is ninety-two, and yes yo style is through
And if your record aint sellin' well fool I you knew

That this is straight Bronx Killa, straight Murda
Yeah yo a dump, and fool yo shit dont bump
And member the jack the yeah, your punk ass sat
Thats when my homeboy d, was to flatten yo cap
And you to him, started kissin' 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 ass beats that aint fonky

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