Luyện nghe bài hát Way 2 Fonky

Oh yes Im new and improved, and to a funky-ass
My name is Quik and Im smooth, and Im makin yo bitch move
With the streets you cant lose, but if you still 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 step, fore I beat you with a switch
And tie you up and make you watch, while Im yo bitch

Im a low-pro nigga that you should not fol-low
Puttin' suckaz in the cause my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to your grill and your ass rolls
You grab my shit and I pull the now youre 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 cant check me
But gotta 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 sooner than I hit the streets
People be approachin' me, all throughout the meets
Askin' me like, when your new album comin' out?
is it different? is it dope? Where yo perm? you talkin' 'bout?
I know you dont expect that a nigga gon
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 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 down to the ounce
And Im too so I dont need mo bounce
But to you in my city claimin' I got a def wish
You try again fool, you aint hittin' near this
Them wack ass tracks, make you like a monkey
Just a shot in the dark, from a punk-ass who aint 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 I cant 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 that Im born and raised, you wish you could 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 that just hit
this is ninety-two, and yes yo style is through
And if your record sellin' well fool I thought you knew

That this is straight Bronx Killa, straight 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 apologized to him, kissin' his ass
Sayin' you only dissed Compton for the
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

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