Luyện nghe bài hát Funk Freakers

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

Ya betta, sit back and let the flow
smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo
Rhythms brain, can ya hang, can maintain?
Can ya feel the funk 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 the flow
On, an' on till there all gone, 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 care of themselves in the big hunt
In the quest for the crown, an' the jewels, and the
Motherfucker
Enemies wanna plot against me envy in they hearts
But, I rip their sorry ass
In a minute, I can ya to the limit
Temperature risen, nasal

Comin' back in with the for the fows
up egos, an' anybody, oppose
The numba one skunk freaka, the Hill cliqua
Blowin' a hole in tha
You wanna dis the Perro, the Real One, or the Werro
Slangin' rhythms the ghetto, ya best keep ya ass in cheek
Come on, little mutha fuckas betta respect
An next, the big brown takin' ya down
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 effects of the tide?
Nobody even knows how I kick the
Slow down, 'cause ya up too fast
Ya get smacked down 'cause ya got no class