Luyện nghe bài hát The Phuncky Feel One

Are you ready? and gentlemen, all ready to get down?
Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, y'all ready to get
and gentlemen

Well I'm the real one, yes, the feel one
Cypress has come, any questions? Just ask them
'Cause we are answerin' any that've been
On the dick, swingin' an' straight

Enter da info, 'cause yo what in fo'
It's a crazy day, in a pimp mode
like a prophet, but I still profit
Even when off it, bank's in my pocket

'Cause of my music, what, you call me
In my trade, the Tribe is known to get
Hif is to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down
Joke's on you, if you're the biggest in town

You got to relax, we got to back
Brothers, just sit back, enjoy me a six pack
As I let the flow, into the hook, yo
Where you gettin' took? But that's story, black

'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky one
I'm the real one, yes, the feel one
I'm the one, yes, the phuncky feel one
You I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,

Night in a stiff block, hangin' up the jock
to call me Pimp Poppa, 'cause I likes to hip hop
'Cause I'm down Cypress, illin', well, I might
Begin to take your girl, your girl, the flyest

than the other broad, workin' off the pitched rod
Isn't that odd, of sayin' my dick's hard
It's not knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?
Forget it, act stupid little sucker, be clockin' you

With the right or left hand, duck this where stiff
Troopers on the step, bucks him down to death, man
With the lyric, if you can spare it
an ass kickin', is what you inherit

So don't try to off, you know I can't be shook off
Why the suckers took off? Well, that's another black

'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the feel one
I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky one
I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky one
You I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,
Phuncky, phuncky,

Standin' on the corner, close to the real
Clones they fools who get brothers try to imitate
Meanin' when simulate, but they can't stimulate
Like a joint, stiff from the breath, I take

Make me act loco, they up my vocal
Out to catch you so-called MCs with a roll
Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't the sunlight
There is just one light when Tribe's buckin' heads

Buck, buck, buck ya head, that red is dead
Deader than a doornail, someone cold his bed
Didn't just break out, the got cracked out
Hit the pipe an' out, with the shit from back down

So much more integrity, greatest I hook up
Was a looker, but that's another story, black

we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
We're the ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel
You we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,
Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,