Luyện nghe bài hát Funk Freakers

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

Ya betta, sit and let the track flow
Like 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 gonna hit 'em high, gonna hit 'em low
Open up ya mind so you can feel the flow
On, an' on till 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

People always get what you got, no matta' what
Can't care of themselves in the big hunt
In the for the crown, an' the jewels, and the cheese
Motherfucker
wanna plot against 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 Cypress cliqua
a hole in tha speaker
You don't wanna dis the Perro, the One, or the Werro
rhythms through the ghetto, ya best keep ya ass in cheek
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 with the hill

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

Can ya feel the effects of the tide?
even knows how I kick the flow
Slow down, 'cause ya up too fast
Ya might get smacked down ya got no class