Luyện nghe bài hát Funk (Remix)

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

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

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

Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk this
catch twenty-two, twist no fist can this
that I'ma go through, maybe I can flow through
this whole ordeal and not pull out the steel
and my make suggestions...
that I should squeal to the cops but that's out of the
If I die by the of a misled brother
could he be judged by the system 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, is lit on the situation
Is me and him is gonna decrease the
Now we why our revolution never grow
Killin motherfuckers just for on our toe
If we had as much funk for our as we did
for ourselves, the blood would never flow
And then, the uzis that once used to kill each other
Could be used, to and protect the brothers
And the and the cousins or whatever others
But the keeps growing like a fungus...

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (Repeat 4x)

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

Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with (Repeat 4x)