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
Come on let's rock that uh
(I can the funk, I can feel the funk)
(I can feel the funk, I can the funk)
it

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

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

I write rhymes I come from the windy city
With my crew, I click like simply, midi with reality
Casually, I walk through these war
Some claim say but then take on whore names
If that's the way your sex drives, in your lane
If you're a man, I tell like if the door rang now

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

To the brothas when you 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)

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

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

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

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

Colder as the Iceman, posted before it wrinklin'
Linkin' with cats, who don't react to in the years
Fulfill in rooms full of emptiness, now

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

To the brothas 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 name and stick to you jones get thicker
What you wanna do man? Yo, it
(Let go)

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

I came the corridor, with the aura
Raw Chicago Mora, scope the
Read between the lines and know the
Some pop wines for juice, I wait in the

Waitin' for you Big Willie niggaz to a show at the crib
We gonna get with your glamor, long as we know it is
Tell you a player by your sweater doused with wack feather
The got the gangsta playa shit patent like black leather

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

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

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

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

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

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