Luyện nghe bài hát Funk Freakers

Let me myself, I'm the one who rules the set
So don't you
Bad for ya but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons
But you nothin', no frontin'
I bring the level up a little
In the clubs, an' the an' the after hours
Fools on the wanna feel the funk
Lookin' for the 'skunk' what'cha want

Ya betta, sit and let the track flow
Like smoke in ya lungs from on the indo
upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain?
Can ya the funk flowin' in ya veins?
fix and ya bag of tricks
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 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 always get what you got, no matta' what
take care of themselves in the big hunt
In the for the crown, an' the jewels, and the cheese
please
Enemies wanna plot against me with envy in hearts
But, I rip their sorry ass
In a minute, I can take ya to the
Temperature risen, highzen

back in with the lows for the fows
Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody,
The numba one freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua
Blowin' a in tha speaker
You don't wanna dis the Perro, the One, or the Werro
Slangin' rhythms through the ghetto, ya best ya ass in cheek
Come on, little mutha fuckas show respect
An what's next, the big brown takin' ya
How ya feel, when your sorry ass can't hang 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
down, 'cause ya commin' up too fast
Ya might get smacked down ya got no class