Luyện nghe bài hát Urban Rapsody

Rick featuring Rappin 4-Tay

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

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

Even if you came through the party with ass
need no cash with the VIP pass
In your or your purse, be my first verse
Raps an addiction such as Pulp
I the west, the number one, we be the best
No walking with no limping, no, I dont do no
Sticking to my player suckas keep trippin slippin
Spread a lot of game, thats the people want me

the??
That you act that player copycat
Same little trip, you talk down on a track
If you wonder how I got the boss
Smokin on Jane, listenin to Rick James
Uh, bring the (Bring the funk)

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

Urban (Yeah)
Yeah, just the

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

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

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

Aint no funk like funk way in the Bay
Where all the real players
Stone City Band, and Rick James
night, clubbin, game recognizin game
Toast the ass not the and we outie
All day, day, players keep it cloudy
Almond, caramel, chocolate
One you got em started, man, it really no stoppin
Pimps, players, pushers, nothin like the ghetto
The partys on again, at a player, dough
Just like mafioso, so just bring a
Boss Hogs, shot and Im the force
Passports for a it goes nation wide
And about root of all evil it might just cost your life
on the funk, Rick, we got the party pack
With all these freaks and hoes, man, I gots to

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