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
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, youre
And you better step, fore I beat you 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
suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to your and your punk ass rolls
You grab my shit and I pull the trigger now youre a nose
And umm, I dont your crew because my back is got
Chasin' nothin' but the 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
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky,

Now no than I hit the fuckin' streets
People be me, all throughout the swap meets
Askin' me shit like, when your new album comin'
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 funky and bangin' out the dope-ass
'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 or two, but still the same ol shit
And me No never, Ill have this talent forever
The producer get funky down to the last
And Im creative too so I dont need mo
But to you suckaz in my claimin' I got a def wish
You try again fool, you aint hittin' near this
wack ass tracks, make you sound like a monkey
Just a shot in the dark, a punk-ass mark who aint fonky

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

Now when you records aint 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 could
And you picked up that album cover you knew I was paid, Tim
Cause we aint goin' out and we aint in that old school shit
That boring flavor that dont hit
Cause this is ninety-two, and yes yo style is
And if your aint sellin' well fool I thought you knew

That this is straight Bronx Killa, Bronx Murda
yo citys a dump, and fool yo shit dont bump
And member the jack the yeah, your punk ass sat
Thats when my homeboy d, was bout to yo cap
And you to him, started 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 of my city with them wack ass beats that aint fonky

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