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 tryin' ta push
But you nothin', no frontin'
I bring the level up a louder
In the clubs, an' the an' the after hours
Fools on the street wanna the funk
Lookin' for the 'skunk' that's what'cha

Ya betta, sit back and let the track
smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo
Rhythms upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can
Can ya feel the funk in ya veins?
Get'cha fix and ya bag of
In tha mix I got the stix and stones, a few
I'm gonna hit 'em high, he's hit 'em low
up ya mind so that you can feel the flow
On, an' on till there all gone, fools be runnin' but they won't last

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 you got, no matta' what
take care of themselves in the big hunt
In the quest for the crown, an' the jewels, and the
Motherfucker
Enemies wanna plot against me with in they hearts
But, I rip their sorry ass
In a minute, I can ya to the limit
risen, nasal highzen

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