Luyện nghe bài hát Funkorama (Cookin Soul Remix)

My funk prognosis my brains come uncoast
One hundred percent funk runs straight through your nose
I don't have to be to make your eyes freeze
Visine's for when you smoke the thai weed
For this, you a journalist scientist
Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from
I blow the up in any hood or boondox
Make the bully of the block and get new locks
Now who kicks that astronomical? Uh
That's my nine in you, feelin nauseous that's my in you
I swing funk like my game's death
That's cool when I blind like Kareem Abdul
Hot like lava's fire, sometimes I get higher than cheech
My funk speech words wear sun visors
I'm gettin down with the in your trunk
Def in the house, with the for all you punks

"Coming down the block man as fuck, you would swear Redman was inside the trunk"

Ah, I'm as high as three peeled up motherfuckers
Def squad's in the house, with the for you
Punks, y'all chumps, I the frame once twice
I'm dumb nice, I bring my worst to a gunfight
The top notch, nah fuck that, notch's topped
I'm off the meter, I make computer's catch
I'm swifter than blades on icecapades
I'm fearless like plus I'm cool like aid
My grammar, from here to york, Alabama
I never pull my pants up, I'm nutty planters
My style gets like row or def like jeff
Def like jam or squad, or death like
One two! Big up to my on one deuce
That cocks snaps and busts at the boys in
Rrrrrah! With for you!
Who I can't burn shit up just like Lisa Lopez?
I'm cause the ruckus, my is fucked up
You better off calling Power Ranger motherfuckers
Cause Redman will bomb like Sadaam
I'm loose I'm worldwide like triple fat goose

"Coming down the block man loud as fuck, you would swear Redman was the trunk"