Luyện nghe bài hát What the Deal

Yeah, Funkdoobie in the
1994, representing, keeping it
One

I stepped out the door and undisturbed
I made the beer run and saw them on the curb
Them pimps got the curls, rollers fancy fur
Talking to the brothers in the
The word of the party's at 7 and girls are their babies
are playing handball and it's about 80

I rolled out T-Funk in the t-bird, pump the t-bass
Hell of course, then we that u-turn
The doobie got up, the homies had showed up
'Cause we made a left and saw the liquor store up
at the light, actin' like nothing happened
We went our way, brothers domino slappin'
Pulled up on the side to see what girls were
T popped the top and had all the starin'

On the real, the real, the deal
For my brothas who and die on the corner
On the real, the real, the deal
For my who live and die on the corner

On the real, the real, what the
For my who live and die on the corner
On the real, the real, the deal
For my brothas who live and die on the

Brothas c-lo, try to meet expenses
Homies at the tired, sleep on the benches
Standin' buy the pay phone, the call to Ralph M
"Yo Ralph, up nigga?"
"Yo up dawg?"
"What time you get up tonight?"
"Around 10"
"Word"
"Yo, what's all that noise in the man?"

gettin' loud right in front of my buildin'
The lights came on, a cool breeze feelin'
For the nights what I need, my aura specials
What's up to my neighbors, the day had
wanna hustle on the corner, schemin'
Then I ran back and got for that evenin'

On the real, the real, the deal
For my brothas who and die on the corner
On the real, the real, what the
For my brothas who live and die on the

On the real, the real, the deal
For my who live and die on the corner
On the real, the real, the deal
For my who live and die on the corner

I'm at the party and my homies look dusted
The music was blastin', look here but what's
I hear about a who wants to get with T-Funk
The room was hot, hallucinate and see 1
See 2 by the hallway, all day
Staring at my grill, these females wanna

Girls, dim the and dance till the morning
My crew was in the house, saw these tip-toein'
To the back with the homies, you the rest
It was late that night after had left
Some urled in the streets, gave out their numbers
I then grabbed my coat, had the ride covered
Leavin' with this from my block that I took
I peace to the homies, now I'm out to hit the hooker

On the real, the real, what the
For my who live and die on the corner
On the real, the real, the deal
For my brothas who and die on the corner

On the real, the real, what the
For my brothas who live and die on the
On the real, the real, what the
For my brothas who live and die on the