Luyện nghe bài hát Funk (Remix)

I used to kick it a brother named, Moe
Moe used to it with a brother named, Joe
Joe used to kick it with his Lateisha
Whose brother Elmo, like me
Elmo used to elbow of brothers in the nose
em when they down and he'd steal they shoes and clothes
Elmo would develop lots of as a tweaker
and all of them was mostly lookin for me
Imagine that, fat with bats tryin
To rat pack, uhh, to get a gat
So I'm strapped I'm trapped like Roger Thomas in his fat
momma's lap, what's here's a rap
twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the whole plot
And what not, about, how our men are

It's funny bets the money that they scared of
And this supposed to be some negros?
They regretting, Len "Pull that Hoyle card"
Disregarding come a brother, and now act hard
I ain't clueless, we can do this it's heated
But don't trip, I got a .380 if needed
is a lesson you can pass or flunk
So pile on the Right Guard, we got funk

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk meeeeee? (Repeat 4x)

Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk like
catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss
rift that I'ma go through, I can flow through
this whole and not pull out the black steel
and my friends suggestions...
that I should to the cops but that's out of the question
If I die by the trigger of a misled
he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others?
I believe no, so I don't go, with the
even though I'm bout to with no paddle
up a creek called shit, light is lit on the
Is me and him is decrease the population
Now we wonder why our never grow
Killin just for steppin on our toe
If we had as funk for our oppressors as we did
for ourselves, the blood never flow again
And then, the uzis that were once to kill each other
Could be used, to serve and the brothers
And the sisters and the cousins or others
But the keeps growing like a fungus...

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk meeeeee? (Repeat 4x)

Four years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a
caliber don't no jive, just pull to fix
Don't to be eighty-sixed, route six six six ain't in my mix
Don't flap your lips about me takin no,
You be takin no sips from a milk carton
seein my face with a caption,
"Have you Boots, he's missing in action"
shit is more Off the Wall than Michael Jackson
Cause who be doin brothers who be doin others
screwin but The Coup be doin more than shoo-be-doin
on the corner, talkin from Petoria to Florida
It's why it don't make sense that want me a goner
on a, run cause some in a ratpack think I'm
poppin junk cause they don't see for
the funk so I'm a punk if I don't blast they ass
But I more funk for the rulin class
Will it ever end, will we win, drinkin juice and gin
gets again, gets off with a grin
National Guard sent in for we got beef
You wanna pop the trunk we got funk

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, with meeeeee? (Repeat 4x)