Luyện nghe bài hát Way 2 Fonky

Oh yes Im new and improved, and to a groove
My name is and Im smooth, and Im makin yo ugly bitch move
With the you cant lose, but if you still wanna choose
To be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so her
And to you motherfuckers you wanna fade me?
Im the underground, so fool, youre crazy
And you better step, fore I beat you with a
And tie you up and make you watch, while Im fuckin' yo

'Cause Im a low-pro nigga you should not fol-low
Puttin' suckaz in the cause my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to grill and your punk ass rolls
You grab my shit and I pull the trigger now missin' a nose
And umm, I dont your crew because my back is got
nothin' but the suckaz when we hit yo spot
Yeah, straight Bronx Killa, ass niggaz cant check me
But respect me, 'cause Im Way 2 Fonky

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I stop
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky,

Now no sooner than I hit the fuckin'
be approachin' me, all throughout the swap meets
Askin' me shit like, when your new comin' out?
is it is it dope? Where yo perm? What you talkin' 'bout?
I know you dont expect that a nigga gon
nothin' less than funky and bangin' out the dope-ass hits
'Cause is a name that I take much much pride in
No ego's to in and no limos to ride in

Maybe a cutlass or two, but still the same ol
And me No never, Ill have this talent forever
The producer get funky to the last ounce
And Im creative too so I dont need mo
But to you suckaz in my city claimin' I got a def
You should try again fool, you aint near this
Them wack ass tracks, make you like a monkey
Just a shot in the dark, from a mark who aint fonky

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you I cant stop
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you I cant stop
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, yeah

Now when you aint that funky then its easy to disrespect this
'Cause you know that when I hit I miss
Just like Im born and raised, you wish you could fade
And when you picked up that cover you knew I was paid, Tim
Cause we aint out and we aint stuck in that old school shit
That boring that just dont hit
Cause this is ninety-two, and yes yo style is
And if your record aint sellin' fool I thought you knew

That is straight Bronx Killa, straight Bronx Murda
Yeah yo citys a dump, and fool yo shit bump
And member the jack the rapper? yeah, punk ass sat
Thats when my homeboy d, was bout to yo cap
And you to him, started kissin' his ass
Sayin' you only dissed Compton for the
So he gave you a pass but you movin' shit on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city with them wack ass that aint fonky

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you I cant stop
yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop
Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you I cant stop