Luyện nghe bài hát Way 2 Fonky

Oh yes Im new and improved, and to a funky-ass
My is Quik and Im smooth, and Im makin yo ugly bitch move
With the streets you cant lose, but if you still choose
To be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so her
And to you motherfuckers thinkin' you wanna me?
Im runnin' the underground, so fool, crazy
And you better step, fore I you with a switch
And tie you up and you watch, while Im fuckin' yo bitch

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

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

Now no sooner than I hit the fuckin'
People be approachin' me, all throughout the meets
Askin' me shit like, when new album comin' out?
is it different? is it Where yo perm? What you talkin' 'bout?
I know you dont expect that a gon quit
Bein' nothin' less than funky and bangin' out the hits
DJ-Quik is a name that I take much much pride in
No ego's to hide in and no to ride in

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

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

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

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

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