Luyện nghe bài hát Funk Session

The mother fucking funk seesion is to begin
around, ladies and gentlemen crowd around
The funk is about to begin
I say funk session, i ain't talking about George Clinton
I love nigger though
I ain't talking about James Brown and Sly
I'm not talking about mother fucking the and Prince
(What you about?)
We talking funk session 96 style
96 Funk mean a different
means you looked at my woman, and I'm stepping to you
And you to pull out the gat and try to blow a nigger's brains out

You see we can't along cause we don't want to
You cross the game and my will just stomp you
And the ripper, we just say oh well
And the white man keeps on more jails
I know the system ain't to fool with
Cause you locked up all my homies that I went to with
And I know damn well you got my on the list
Cause I'm the one that called your a bitch
Just a black man good, you wanna do me
Before you ban rap you need to ban them violent
Gangsta rap causes crime, Tyson wrecked the system
Larry Hoover ran a gang in can't forget
Malcom X taught us knowledge, Martin Luther preached for
And every day men lying dead in the street
So where's the education, in the hood
Peace to the muslims they're doing real good
They're never up, on the black folks
We need to buy our own land and try to dough
Get rich if you want to, I ain't trying to you
If Robert Gold want some tell him come through
been a long night but we're still getting funky
Who opened up the cage and let out the
I heard it when she said it, "You just a dogg
Like them G's out in Side Chicago"
I said that's right hoe, I'm from the O
And I will never my money on a six-fo
High performance, is I'm riding
I got the game from Oakland so I never stop
I'm getting in this criminal's country
Hoe's show me because my pimping's so lovely
I'm not a role model, unless you trying to her
Cause I am player and second I'm a rapper
Third I'm a big ass baller
Top notch on my beeper but I won't call her
I got one with me, And I'm a pimp till I die
Don't be talking to them snitches, get sent on a lie
Doing time in the pen for some
I wonder would happen if they catch em
You burn his balls a big lighter, get the gasoline
And he'll be smoking a mother fucking dope fiend
Nowaday's they like to your whole crew
For to the party and stepping on a shoe
He excuse me, but it wasn't al-right
So now you to take his punk ass outside
So you can hit him, and him
Let his momma bury him in a suit don't fit 'em
You don't give an
So just him
Didn't to shoot him, just walked out and stuck him
Knife up and down all in his gut
Standing in his blood down and said "What's up?"
What's up nigger, G tell 'em like Treach

East niggers are the craziest
And West coast niggers are the
And down south are the craziest
It seems like all american are the craziest
It got out of hand
We don't drink that potion at the white mother fucking
Immediate and cooked up for us and now we each other
Remember me all, I everybody to look back
Yo this is G from Digital Underground
I want you to look back now
We rolling the Dangerous Crew
I you to look back when I said
Y'all that shit when I said, I said ah
America, Get busy yeah
The red the white the and the blue and red for crips and bloods
The for whose got you doing time
We busting caps on one another and it never
You know it never
But you know, Shock's been searching for someone
Who can rise like and Farahkan
To you niggers out

Shit they call me MC
Back when Underground first started
Say, I was the whole thing, say
The me MC Blowfish hey
Yeah, and I kick a little like this
I say, I say, I say, I say
check me out
I say, I say
Now follow as I slip that butter melody
This is the part Shock takes your and leaves you vision blurry
So try to on my dope
I suggest that you invest in a
As I come hella rythem
Move closer to television
Get your look just like that catch Jay ism
Even with my for your ears, you still couldn't see me though
As I flavor rub this vidy like
I'm them nouns and verbs
You couldn't see me binoculars
I guess I'm a little different cause I do love them hoes
Just maybe not the same way I my niggeros
I love it when they say something fly
The ill caps make me laugh I cry
Some frys and freaks and it's on
All long
I love to see my homies strong
But then that cook that cloudy cookbook
Rains salts on brother's sunny day
I'm wondering if we're happy here with this lonely G game we play