Luyện nghe bài hát The Phuncky Feel One

Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, all 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 Hill has come, any questions? ask them
we are answerin' any brothers that've been
On the dick, swingin' an' gatherin'

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

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

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

'Cause I'm the one, yes, the phuncky 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,

Night in a block, hangin' up the pimp's jock
Used to call me Pimp Poppa, 'cause I to hip hop
'Cause I'm with 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, instead of my dick's hard
It's not about you, do you feel like clockin' loot?
Forget it, act little sucker, I'll be clockin' you

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

So don't try to snake off, you I can't be shook off
Why the suckers took off? Well, another story 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 feel one
You know I'm the one, yes, the phuncky feel one

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,
Phuncky, phuncky,

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

Make me act loco, switchin' up my vocal
Out to catch you so-called MCs a roll call
Then you gotta close your eyes, you stand 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 made his bed
Didn't just break out, the got cracked out
Hit the pipe an' blacked out, with the shit from down

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

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

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