Luyện nghe bài hát Funk Freakers

Let me myself, I'm the one who rules the set
So you forget
Bad for ya health but ya still be ta push buttons
But you nothin', no frontin'
I the level up a little louder
In the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the hours
Fools on the street feel the funk
Lookin' for the 'skunk' what'cha want

Ya betta, sit back and let the flow
Like smoke in ya from puffin' on the indo
Rhythms upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can
Can ya feel the flowin' in ya veins?
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 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

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

Comin' back in the lows for the fows
up egos, an' anybody, oppose
The numba one skunk freaka, the Hill cliqua
Blowin' a in tha speaker
You don't wanna dis the Perro, the One, or the Werro
Slangin' rhythms the ghetto, ya best keep ya ass in cheek
on, little mutha fuckas betta show respect
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 effects of the tide?
Nobody knows how I kick the flow
Slow down, 'cause ya commin' up too
Ya get smacked down 'cause ya got no class