Luyện nghe bài hát Funkin' Around

Hello, well evening 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 Andre 3000,
And we come a little place
Called like Georgia right?
You know right now
Wants to be space
And like to be from the country
And everything that
You know, really like the South
It's cool to be from the South
Right now
listen up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andre and Big Boy our guest