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 you cant lose, but if you still wanna choose
To be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so her
And to you thinkin' 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 that you should not fol-low
Puttin' suckaz in the wind my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to your grill and your ass rolls
You grab my shit and I the trigger 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 Killa, mark ass niggaz 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 stop
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky,

Now no sooner than I hit the streets
be approachin' me, all throughout the swap meets
Askin' me like, when your new album comin' out?
is it different? is it dope? yo perm? What you talkin' 'bout?
I know you dont that a nigga gon quit
Bein' nothin' less than funky and 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 to ride in

Maybe a cutlass or two, but still the same ol
And me unclever? No never, Ill have this talent
The producer get funky to the last ounce
And Im too so I dont need mo bounce
But to you suckaz in my claimin' I got a def wish
You should try again fool, you hittin' near this
Them wack ass tracks, make you sound a monkey
a shot in the dark, from a punk-ass mark who 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
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, yeah

Now you records aint that funky then its easy to disrespect this
'Cause you know that I hit I didnt miss
Just like that Im born and raised, you wish you fade
And you picked up that album cover you knew I was paid, Tim
Cause we aint goin' out and we aint stuck in that old school
That boring flavor just dont hit
Cause this is ninety-two, and yes yo style is
And if your record aint sellin' well fool I you knew

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

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, fonky, you know I cant