Luyện nghe bài hát Funkin' Around

Hello, well good ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do here
Well, of all let me let you know who I am
Well, I go by the name of 3000, alright?
And we come from a little
Called Stankonia Georgia right?
You right now everybody
Wants to be space
And like to be from the country
And everything that
You know, like really the South
like cool to be from the South
Right now
listen up

Torn Saturday night
And Sunday mornin'
I don't know, I'm somewhere
In between,
I'm out knowin' hip-hop is dead
The average nigga on my corner
What the fuck you mean,
See we ain't even the mountain top
wise goes the neighborhood
Hand me some canned-goods
cut the Gray pupon
We got the
Back to the drawing

Can't afford to journey beyond
One, slash one slash
My teacher six incher man
Said, "Sit son"
And let me you like I heard it
I don't desert it
It wadn't no way to word it
Got my scurred and
By the, bullet of bad, the of sad
Songs to you long for
Your mom and dad
Plaid class with polka
I hope you mad
Back up mama
I'm about to

Yup, we ain't funkin' around
No, you don't want to see me
No, tomorrow like right now

People have ya party, but please don't be
It's to bounce, rock, roller skate
Bounce, rock, skate
Hey sexy Mama, no time to waste
It's to bounce, rock, roller skate
Bounce, rock, roller
Grab your partner, around
And the sound, ah baby
People have ya party, don't be
It's time to bounce, rock, roller
Bounce, rock, skate

While Scotty is beaming La Pookie is
Wait to you still in my name-go
you snoozing I'm dreaming
I'm Tylenol PM, you to the same thing
Everyday Perdium
Never try to be nothing but what you're being
One under the cool should be the rule
Wether young man or young
Begins or grade school
before violence, nine times out of ten times
The quietest is the

through your privates
Daddy Fat Sacks can I have back, naw
Ooh, you're a playa,
Ohh, southern ball
Got me out
In ya black book my was crossed out
Went from the second string
Now in the dog
Remenicing, the party was
of arguements
You think about the and kisses
If this is, something, hard for you to
You better bounce, rock, roller

Yup, we ain't just funkin'
No, you want to see me clown
No, tomorrow like right now
Yup, we ain't just but wild

Andre and Big Boy our guest