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 wanna
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, crazy
And you better step, fore I you with a switch
And tie you up and make you watch, while Im yo bitch

'Cause Im a low-pro nigga you should not fol-low
Puttin' suckaz in the wind cause my voice is
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 fear your crew because my back is got
Chasin' but the suckaz when we hit yo spot
Yeah, straight Bronx Killa, ass niggaz cant check me
But gotta respect me, Im Way 2 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 know I cant
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky,

Now no sooner than I hit the streets
be approachin' me, all throughout the swap meets
Askin' me shit like, when new album comin' out?
is it different? is it dope? Where yo What you talkin' 'bout?
I know you dont expect that a gon quit
Bein' less than funky and bangin' out the dope-ass hits
'Cause DJ-Quik is a name that I take much much in
No ego's to hide in and no 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 to the last ounce
And Im creative too so I dont mo bounce
But to you suckaz in my city claimin' I got a def
You try again fool, you aint hittin' near this
wack ass tracks, make you sound like a monkey
Just a shot in the dark, from a punk-ass mark who aint

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 know I cant
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, yeah

Now when you records aint that then its easy to disrespect this
'Cause you know when I hit I didnt miss
Just like that Im born and raised, you 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 just dont hit
Cause this is ninety-two, and yes yo 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 to flatten yo cap
And you to him, started kissin' his ass
Sayin' you only 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 wack ass beats that 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
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I stop