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 buttons
But you nothin', no frontin'
I bring the level up a little
In the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the hours
Fools on the street feel the funk
Lookin' for the 'skunk' that's what'cha

Ya betta, sit back and let the track
Like in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo
upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can maintain?
Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya
fix and ya bag of tricks
In tha mix I got the and stones, a few bricks
I'm gonna hit 'em high, he's hit 'em low
Open up ya mind so that you can feel the
On, an' on there 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

always wanna get what you got, no matta' what
Can't take of themselves in the big hunt
In the quest for the crown, an' the jewels, and the
please
Enemies wanna against me with envy in they hearts
But, I rip sorry ass apart
In a minute, I can take ya to the
Temperature risen, nasal

Comin' back in with the lows for the
up egos, an' anybody, oppose
The numba one freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua
a hole in tha speaker
You don't wanna dis the Perro, the Real One, or the
Slangin' rhythms through the ghetto, ya best keep ya ass in
Come on, little mutha fuckas betta show
An what's next, the big brown ya down
How ya feel, when your sorry ass can't hang with the

I'm the
I'm the
I'm the
I'm the

Can ya feel the of the chocolate tide?
Nobody even how I kick the flow
Slow down, ya commin' up too fast
Ya might get down 'cause ya got no class