Luyện nghe bài hát Funk Freakers

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

Ya betta, sit back and let the flow
Like smoke in ya from puffin' on the indo
upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain?
Can ya the funk flowin' in ya veins?
Get'cha fix and ya bag of
In tha mix I got the and stones, a few bricks
I'm gonna hit 'em high, gonna hit 'em low
Open up ya mind so that you can the flow
On, an' on till all gone, fools be runnin' but they 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 for the crown, an' the jewels, and the cheese
please
Enemies wanna plot against me envy in they hearts
But, I rip sorry ass apart
In a minute, I can ya to the limit
Temperature risen, nasal

Comin' back in with the for the fows
Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody,
The numba one freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua
Blowin' a hole in tha
You don't wanna dis the Perro, the One, or the Werro
Slangin' rhythms through the ghetto, ya keep ya ass in cheek
Come on, little mutha fuckas betta show
An what's next, the big brown 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 feel the of the chocolate tide?
Nobody even knows how I the flow
Slow down, 'cause ya commin' up too
Ya might get smacked down ya got no class