Luyện nghe bài hát Urban Rapsody

Rick featuring Rappin 4-Tay

Come on, come on, on with the funk thang
Come on, come on, on with the funk thang
on, come on, come on with the funk thang
Come on, come on, on with the funk thang

Rapsody (Yeah)
Just the (Just the sound)
of the ghetto

Even if you through the party with some ass
Dont need no cash with the VIP
In your pocket or your purse, be my verse
Raps an addiction as Pulp Fiction
I represent the west, the number one, we be the
No walking with no limping, no, I dont do no
Sticking to my player script suckas keep slippin
Spread a lot of game, what the people want me

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you act that player hatin copycat
Same little trip, you talk down on a track
If you wonder how I got the game
Smokin on Mary Jane, listenin to James
Uh, the funk (Bring the funk)

Rapsody (Yeah)
Just the (Just the sound)
of the ghetto (What you say)

Urban (Yeah)
Yeah, the sound

Eenie miny moe, no matter what hood
That you from, you get out if you just could
Pimps, players and on the corner block
You should see all the money that you can
In the ghetto, you can hear a
And the melody is written for you and me
Call it folk, it rhythm and blues
It aint nothin but a feelin that we

Urban (Yeah)
the sound (Just the sound)
Sound of the (What you say)

Urban (Yeah)
Yeah, just the (Just the sound)
Sound of the (Bring it 4-Tay)

Aint no like funk this way in the Bay
all the real players parlay
Stone City Band, 4-Tay and James
Late night, clubbin, recognizin game
Toast the ass not the glass and we
All day, day, players keep it cloudy
Almond, caramel, chocolate
One you got em started, man, it aint no stoppin
Pimps, players, pushers, aint nothin the ghetto
The on again, holler at a player, dough
Just like mafioso, so just a toast
Hogs, shot callers and Im the force
Passports for a it goes nation wide
And about that root of all evil it might just cost life
Bring on the funk, Rick, we got the pack
With all these freaks and hoes, man, I to mack

I cant 4-Tay
I got to go check out West Coast thang