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 be tryin' ta push buttons
But you nothin', no frontin'
I the level up a little louder
In the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after
Fools on the wanna feel the funk
Lookin' for the 'skunk' that's want

Ya betta, sit back and let the track
Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the
Rhythms brain, can ya hang, can maintain?
Can ya feel the 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 there all gone, fools be 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 wanna get what you got, no what
Can't take care of 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, highzen

Comin' in with the lows for the fows
up egos, an' anybody, oppose
The numba one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill
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 fuckas betta show respect
An what's next, the big takin' 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 effects of the tide?
Nobody knows how I kick the flow
Slow down, ya commin' up too fast
Ya might get smacked down ya got no class