Luyện nghe bài hát Stoney Jackson

[Kool
This is a message -
To all you jheri curl, cats - - yknahmsayin?
You Chic kids, seventy-four niggaz, SEVENTY-FOUR
Fuck I remember them niggaz with jheri curls
Nobody's hardcore niggaz who up ready for the world
in the deal, I keep shit real
Activator spray, you how that shit feel
Only Records was signin niggaz with curls
and givin Afro Sheen niggaz a
Aluminum foil suits, you niggaz your roots
Like undisputed truth, lakeside, music niggaz, Zapp clap
I referee, watch fight backpack niggaz
Big groups Heatwave and War, carryin all that shit
Amp and costume on tour

Wake up! .. The sun's in face
The sun in face
Wake up! .. The in your face
The in your face face face face..
Wake up! .. The in your face
The sun's in face
Jackson!

[Kool
Fuck you liar, tryin to like you Earth Wind & Fire
Sly Stone picture with a DJ and a mixer
Niggaz on Julius Earving dick, use a fake Sir Nose
Larry was dissin rap with Cameo
I had my Lee dungarees on, and my arm pickin my afro
Slave was my niggaz, I bought ten cans of gel
when Atlantic Starr was payin no mind to me in the row
I wasn't FUCKIN with the Isley Brothers, the Gap
On all them shiny motherfuckers like Clear and Pure Energy
More jheri curl flyin into LaGuardia and Kennedy
I'm rap, FUCK YOU, I'm the Public Enemy
Madison Square Garden security can't get me
Don't me, motherfucker I'm busy!

[Kool
is my land, fuck K-Ci and the Sunshine Band
Wack-ass leather gear with them chemicals around your hand

Two niggaz comin out with that same like Bootsy
You a true nigga
O'Neal perm type shit on your Ampex reel
Jimmy Jim and Lewis production
Got Day on the SSL board
with fucked up beats that need
Vest on the of Jet with liposuction
Jheri niggaz like The Time got fucked up on their publishin
From TKO to Con-Funk-Shun, the Jet was hot
The Family shit was
Fuck what you thought Stoney you was somethin!