Luyện nghe bài hát Funkin' Around

Hello, well good ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do here
Well, first of all let me let you who I am
Well, I go by the of Andre 3000, alright?
And we come a little place
like Stankonia Georgia right?
You know right now
to be from space
And folks like to be from the
And everything like
You know, like like the South
It's cool to be from the South
about now
Girls up

Torn Saturday night
And early Sunday
I know, I'm somewhere stuck
In between,
I'm out here hip-hop is dead
The average nigga on my yellin'
the fuck you mean, mean
See we ain't even sing the top
wise goes the neighborhood
Hand me some canned-goods
Won't cut the pupon
We got the
to the drawing board

Can't to lose journey beyond
One, slash one ninety-one
My teacher six foot man
Said, "Sit son"
And let me you like I heard it
When I don't it
It no other way to word it
Got my scurred and
By the, of bad, the singer of sad
Songs to make you for
mom and your dad
Plaid with polka dots
I hope you mad
Back up mama
I'm about to

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

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

While Scotty is beaming La is skeeming
to you still live in my name-go
While you I'm dreaming
I'm Tylenol PM, you mouth to the thing
Everyday like
Never try to be but that what you're being
One nation under the cool be the rule
Wether young man or young
Begins or starts grade
before violence, nine times out of ten times
The is the loudest

Bumplin' through privates
Daddy Fat can I have your back, naw
Ooh, you're a playa,
Ohh, your ball
Got me out
In ya black my name was crossed out
from starting the second string
Now in the dog
Remenicing, the was missing
of arguements
You think about the hugs and
If is, something, hard for you to think
You better bounce, rock, skate

Yup, we ain't just funkin'
No, you don't to see me clown
No, tomorrow sounds like now
Yup, we ain't just funky but

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