Luyện nghe bài hát Food For Funk

yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, it yo
You say a one for the trouble two for the
on y'all let's rock that uh
(I can the funk, I can feel the funk)
(I can the funk, I can feel the funk)
it

I come to grips mics
I come to grips that a lot of mic users is
I come to with the likes of Fred Hampton
Cold so I'm lampin' with no need for

When I got light an intersection, you talk
But you came to my town with
year, had the block hot
I scream, "Fuck the world", for having a girl sorta cock block

I write rhymes like I come the windy city
With my crew, I click like simply, midi with reality
Casually, I walk through war games
Some say but then they take on whore names
If that's the way your sex drives, in your lane
If a man, I can't tell like if the door rang now

Now, to the ladies in the house when you in the place
It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in face
The is thumpin' and you're feelin' the bass
you wanna do girl
(Wanna shout)

To the brothas when you come in a jam, it a bunch of niggaz
It ain't high tech and ain't got liquor
You jackin' his and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you wanna do man? Yo, it
(Let go)

niggaz be on the mic, sounding like dikes
Allow me to get on and like Spike
(Uh)
Lee, I'm in the with no rotation
Through stations of bullshit, I see through a pager

In the age of Aquarius, things
Is gonna carry us in and what have you
Street astrologist's interpret point and half moons
Then end up on garages or in bathrooms

Every black moon, a rap move me
The rap sun, I rain more Rudy, that unruly shit is played
It don't stop, it's to get it, get it made
I got my made up like Foxy Brown's face

I know how the underground
I want a crib from the ground up, rooms spin at a pace
Get based on true story, through Corey
Came close to the

Colder as the Iceman, posted before it start
Linkin' with cats, who don't to change in the years
Fulfill prophesies in full of emptiness, now

Now, to the ladies in the house you come in the place
It a bunch of niggaz all up in your face
The music is thumpin' and you're the bass
What you do girl
(Wanna shout)

To the brothas when you come in a jam, it a bunch of niggaz
It ain't high tech and ain't got liquor
You his name and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you wanna do man? Yo, it
(Let go)

I can feel the funk, I can feel the
I can feel the funk, I can feel the
I can feel the funk, I can the funk
I can feel the funk, I can the funk
Yo, it, check it

I came the corridor, with the aura
Raw Mora, scope the horror
Read between the and know the border
Some pop for juice, I wait in the water

for you Big Willie niggaz to have a show at the crib
We gonna get with glamor, long as we know where it is
Tell you ain't a player by sweater doused with wack feather
The Crib got the playa shit patent like black leather

I rap better than you, you or him
But I am like a tree and every is a timb
Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car
Some be so high, they believe they fly R. Kelly
But then they off, dusted niggaz is gettin' sawed off
They fall soft, my mental lift is for me to haul off, I ass

Now, to the ladies in the house you come in the place
It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in your
The is thumpin' and you're feelin' the bass
What you wanna do
(Wanna shout)

To the when you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz
It ain't high and ain't got free liquor
You jackin' his and stick to make you jones get thicker
you wanna do man? Yo, check it
(Let go)

I can the funk, I can feel the funk
I can feel the funk, I can the funk
I can feel the funk, I can the funk
I can feel the funk, I can feel the

I can the funk, I can feel the funk
I can the funk, I can feel the funk
I can the funk, I can feel the funk
I can feel the funk, I can the funk

Makes me wanna shout, wanna
me wanna shout, wanna shout
Makes me wanna shout, shout
Makes me wanna shout, wanna
Wanna