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 the level up a little louder
In the clubs, an' the an' the after hours
Fools on the street wanna the funk
Lookin' for the 'skunk' what'cha want

Ya betta, sit back and let the track
Like smoke in ya lungs puffin' on the indo
Rhythms brain, can ya hang, can maintain?
Can ya the funk flowin' 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, gonna hit 'em low
Open up ya mind so that you can the flow
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 get what you got, no matta' what
take care of themselves in the big hunt
In the for the crown, an' the jewels, and the cheese
please
Enemies wanna against me with envy in they hearts
But, I rip their sorry ass
In a minute, I can take ya to the
risen, nasal highzen

Comin' in with the lows for the fows
Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody,
The one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua
Blowin' a in tha speaker
You don't dis the Perro, the Real One, or the Werro
Slangin' through the ghetto, ya best keep ya ass in cheek
Come on, little mutha betta show respect
An what's next, the big takin' ya down
How ya feel, when sorry ass can't hang with 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
Slow down, ya commin' up too fast
Ya might get smacked down ya got no class