Luyện nghe bài hát Funk Session

The fucking funk seesion is about to begin
Crowd around, ladies and gentlemen crowd
The session is about to begin
When I say funk session, i ain't talking about George
I love that nigger
I ain't talking about Brown and Sly Stone
I'm not talking about mother fucking the Time and
(What you about?)
We about funk session 96 style
96 Funk a different thing
That means you looked at my woman, and I'm to you
And you about to out the gat and try to blow a nigger's brains out

You see we can't along we just don't want to
You cross the game and my crew will just you
And sing the ripper, we say oh well
And the man keeps on building more jails
I know the system ain't nothing to with
Cause you locked up all my homies that I went to school
And I know damn well you got my on the list
Cause I'm the one that called your a bitch
Just a black man good, you wanna do me
Before you ban rap you need to ban them violent
Gangsta rap causes crime, Mike Tyson wrecked the
Hoover ran a gang in Illinios can't forget
Malcom X us knowledge, Martin Luther preached for peace
And every day black men dead in the street
So where's the real education, in the
Peace to the muslims cause doing real good
They're never up, on the black folks
We need to buy our own and try to stack dough
Get rich if you want to, I trying to front you
If Gold want some funk tell him come through
It's been a long night but still getting funky
Who up the cage and let out the monkey
I heard it when she it, "You just a dogg Short
Like them G's out in South Chicago"
I said right hoe, I'm from the East O
And I will spend my money on a six-fo
High performance, is I'm riding
I got the game from Oakland so I never siding
I'm getting money in this criminal's
Hoe's me love because my pimping's so lovely
I'm not a role model, unless you to mack her
Cause first I am and second I'm a rapper
Third I'm just a big ass
Top notch on my beeper but I still call her
Cause I got one me, And I'm a pimp till I die
be talking to them snitches, you'll get sent on a lie
Doing time in the pen for some
I wonder what would if they catch em
You burn his balls with a big lighter, get the
And be smoking like a mother fucking dope fiend
they like to kill your whole crew
For coming to the and stepping on a shoe
He excuse me, but it wasn't al-right
So now you want to his punk ass outside
So you can hit him, and him
Let his momma bury him in a suit that fit 'em
You don't an F-U-C-K
So fuck him
Didn't have to shoot him, just out and stuck him
Knife up and down all in his gut
Standing in his blood looked down and "What's up?"
What's up nigger, Shock G 'em like Treach

East coast niggers are the
And West coast niggers are the
And down south are the craziest
It like all american niggers are the craziest
It done got out of
We don't drink that potion at the white fucking masses
Immediate and cooked up for us and now we killing other
Remember me all, I everybody to look back
Yo this is G from Digital Underground
I you to look back right now
We with the Dangerous Crew
I want you to look back I said
Y'all remember that shit when I said, I ah
America, Get busy Humpty
The red the the blue and the blue and red for crips and bloods
The white for whose got you time
We busting caps on one and it never stops
You know it never
But you know, Shock's been searching for someone
Who can rise like and Farahkan
To straighten you out

Shit call me MC Blowfish
Back when Digital Underground first
Say, I was running the thing, say
The me MC Blowfish hey
Yeah, and I kick a little like this
I say, I say, I say, I say
check me out
I say, I say
Now follow as I slip into that butter
This is the part Shock takes your heart and leaves you vision
So try to focus on my
I that you invest in a telescope
As I with hella rythem
Move to your television
Get your just like that hooker catch Jay ism
Even with my vocals for your ears, you couldn't see me though
As I flavor rub this like oregano
I'm slanging them nouns and
You couldn't see me binoculars
I guess I'm just a little different cause I do love them
Just maybe not the same way I love my
Cause I love it they say something fly
The ill caps make me till I cry
Some frys and some and it's on
All night
I love to see my living strong
But then that cook with cloudy cookbook
Rains salts on another brother's day
I'm wondering if we're really happy here this lonely G game we play