Luyện nghe bài hát Way 2 Fonky

Oh yes Im new and improved, and to a funky-ass
My name is 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 you wanna fade me?
Im runnin' the underground, so fool, crazy
And you better step, I beat you with a switch
And tie you up and make you watch, while Im yo bitch

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

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 cant
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, yeah

Now no than I hit the fuckin' streets
People be approachin' me, all 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 that a nigga gon
nothin' less than funky and bangin' out the dope-ass hits
'Cause DJ-Quik is a name I take much much pride in
No to hide in and no limos to ride in

Maybe a or two, but still the same ol shit
And me unclever? No never, Ill have 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 claimin' I got a def wish
You try again fool, you aint hittin' near this
Them ass tracks, make you sound like a monkey
Just a shot in the dark, from a punk-ass who aint fonky

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

Now when you records aint that funky then its easy to disrespect
'Cause you know that when I hit I 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' fool I thought you knew

That this is straight Bronx Killa, straight Murda
Yeah yo citys a dump, and yo shit dont bump
And member the jack the rapper? yeah, your ass sat
Thats when my d, was bout to flatten yo cap
And you to him, started kissin' his ass
Sayin' you only dissed for the money
So he gave you a pass but you aint movin' shit on the
Get off the nuts of my city with wack ass beats that aint fonky

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