Luyện nghe bài hát Way 2 Fonky

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

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

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

Now no sooner than I hit the streets
be approachin' me, all throughout the swap meets
Askin' me like, when your new album comin' out?
is it different? is it dope? Where yo perm? What you 'bout?
I know you dont expect a nigga gon quit
Bein' nothin' than funky 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

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

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

That this is straight Killa, straight Bronx Murda
Yeah yo a dump, and fool 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 but you aint movin' shit on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city with them 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 know I stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I stop