Luyện nghe bài hát Funk Freakers

Let me myself, I'm the one who rules 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 jeeps an' the after
Fools on the street wanna feel the
Lookin' for the 'skunk' what'cha want

Ya betta, sit and let the track flow
smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo
Rhythms upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can
Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya
Get'cha fix and ya bag of
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 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 wanna get what you got, no matta' what
Can't take of themselves in the big hunt
In the quest for the crown, an' the jewels, and the
please
Enemies wanna plot me with envy in they hearts
But, I rip sorry ass apart
In a minute, I can ya to the limit
Temperature risen, nasal

Comin' in with the lows for the fows
up egos, an' anybody, oppose
The numba one freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua
Blowin' a in tha speaker
You wanna dis the Perro, the Real One, or the Werro
Slangin' rhythms through the ghetto, ya best ya ass in cheek
Come on, little mutha betta show 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 the effects of the chocolate tide?
Nobody even knows how I the flow
down, 'cause ya commin' up too fast
Ya might get down 'cause ya got no class