Luyện nghe bài hát Way 2 Fonky

Oh yes Im new and improved, and to a groove
My name is and Im smooth, and Im makin yo ugly 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 you wanna 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 fuckin' yo

'Cause Im a low-pro nigga you should not fol-low
Puttin' suckaz in the wind cause my voice is
Put the pistol to your and your punk ass rolls
You grab my shit and I pull the trigger now missin' a nose
And umm, I dont your crew because my back is got
Chasin' but the suckaz 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 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 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 expect that a nigga gon
Bein' nothin' less than funky and bangin' out the 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 ol shit
And me No never, Ill have this talent forever
The producer get funky down to the last
And Im creative too so I dont mo bounce
But to you in my city claimin' I got a def wish
You should try again fool, you aint hittin' near
Them wack ass tracks, make you sound like a
Just a shot in the dark, a punk-ass mark who aint fonky

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

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

That this is straight Killa, straight Bronx Murda
Yeah yo a dump, and fool yo shit dont bump
And member the jack the rapper? yeah, your ass sat
when 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 shit on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city them 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
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you I cant stop