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 makin yo ugly move
With the streets you cant lose, but if you 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 step, fore I beat you with a switch
And tie you up and make you watch, while Im yo bitch

'Cause Im a nigga 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 pull the now youre missin' a nose
And umm, I dont fear your because my back is got
Chasin' nothin' but the when we hit yo spot
Yeah, straight Bronx Killa, mark ass cant check me
But gotta respect me, 'cause Im Way 2

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
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky,

Now no sooner I hit the fuckin' 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 perm? What you 'bout?
I know you dont expect that a gon quit
Bein' nothin' less funky and bangin' 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 limos to in

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

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

Now when you aint that funky then 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 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 that dont hit
Cause this is ninety-two, and yes yo is through
And if your record aint sellin' well fool I thought you

this is straight Bronx Killa, straight Bronx Murda
Yeah yo citys a dump, and fool yo dont bump
And member the jack the rapper? yeah, punk ass sat
Thats when my homeboy d, was to flatten yo cap
And you apologized to him, started his ass
Sayin' you only dissed 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 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 know I stop
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop