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 yo ugly 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 thinkin' you 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
suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to your grill and your ass rolls
You grab my and I pull the trigger now youre missin' a nose
And umm, I dont your crew because my back is got
Chasin' nothin' but the suckaz we hit yo spot
Yeah, straight Bronx Killa, mark ass niggaz cant me
But gotta me, 'cause Im Way 2 Fonky

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I 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
be approachin' me, all throughout the swap 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 gon quit
Bein' nothin' less than and bangin' out the dope-ass hits
'Cause is a name that I take much much pride in
No ego's to hide in and no to ride in

a cutlass or two, but still the same ol shit
And me unclever? No never, Ill have this forever
The get funky down to the last ounce
And Im creative too so I dont need mo
But to you in my city claimin' I got a def wish
You should try again fool, you aint hittin' this
Them ass tracks, make you sound like a monkey
Just a in the dark, from a punk-ass mark who aint fonky

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

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

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

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