Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (12" Version Remix)

* {intro talking by Ultra left

[Kool
I brought a band, Sam is on
blowin' hard, back-to-back notes, get with it
Take off your coat, meditate, let your compel
Just think as the beat to your eardrums
Cause cells to numb and freeze while I off at ease
Real smooth, the piano
My voice nasal, no soprano is
To get overheated and burn the Technics' turn
For the U-L, the T, the
You got a copy? Watch the play
Bite more...spin it day
You wake up and try to make up a that fear me
But let me you straight, I know you hear me
And when I'm on the you just cheer me up another level
Down below I'm throwin' the Devil in a cage
I'm on the rampage, you need a number? Wanna my age?
Psyche! I carry a
Other groups - I only will rag them, and
While you I hesitate, observe your wack styles
You been rappin', talkin' for miles about
Cos you don't amaze me, I'm like a game, everyone me
Regular, to the bonus, for some of you
I think you known this was funky...

[Ced
Understand the sounds listenin'
It's a band, with
One with horns and trumpets, I've really this
Track up cos I knew I must get you to across the floor
Plus give myself more of this beat, teach
All of you how to really reach your
And have a seat, cos while the bass hits harder
My snare drum's never weak, hi-hats real funky
You get freaky, weakly groovin' to the beat neatly
So try to devote your-self to
Pick up my phonograph copy
not sloppy, ax your girl, she called me Poppy
That was Ceddie, not Eddie, I'm
I'm not confetti, nor
But instead I'm because I create
The lyrics match the pitch of my bass
drum, SynDrum, no hi-hats are needed
While Ced Gee gets
And rough as I switch to matter in
Combined rhythm I can't miss

Yo, this is funky, man...