Luyện nghe bài hát Funk Freakers

Let me introduce myself, I'm the one who the set
So don't you
Bad for ya health but ya be tryin' ta push buttons
But you ain't nothin', no
I bring the level up a little
In the clubs, an' the an' the after hours
Fools on the street wanna feel the
Lookin' for the 'skunk' that's want

Ya betta, sit and let the track flow
Like smoke in ya lungs from on the indo
Rhythms upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can
Can ya the funk flowin' in ya veins?
Get'cha fix and ya bag of
In tha mix I got the stix and stones, a few
I'm hit 'em high, he's gonna hit 'em low
Open up ya mind so that you can feel the
On, an' on till there all gone, fools be runnin' but won't last long

I'm the
I'm the
I'm the
I'm the
I'm the
I'm the
I'm the
I'm the

People wanna get what you got, no matta' what
Can't take care of themselves in the big
In the quest for the crown, an' the jewels, and the
please
Enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they
But, I rip their sorry ass
In a minute, I can take ya to the
risen, nasal highzen

Comin' back in with the lows for the
Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody,
The numba one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill
Blowin' a hole in tha
You don't wanna dis the Perro, the Real One, or the
Slangin' through the ghetto, ya best keep ya ass in cheek
on, little mutha fuckas betta show respect
An next, the big brown takin' ya down
How ya feel, when your ass can't hang with the hill

I'm the
I'm the
I'm the
I'm the

Can ya the effects of the chocolate tide?
Nobody even knows how I the flow
Slow down, 'cause ya commin' up too
Ya might get smacked 'cause ya got no class