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 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 beat you with a
And tie you up and you watch, while Im fuckin' yo bitch

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

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 know I stop
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, yeah

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

Maybe a or two, but still the same ol shit
And me unclever? No never, Ill have this talent
The producer get funky down to the last
And Im too so I dont need mo bounce
But to you suckaz in my city claimin' I got a def
You try again fool, you aint hittin' near this
Them wack ass tracks, make you sound a monkey
Just a 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
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky,

Now when you records 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 is through
And if your record aint sellin' well I thought you knew

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

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