Luyện nghe bài hát Funkorama (Cookin Soul Remix)

My funk prognosis make my brains uncoast
One percent funk runs blood straight through your nose
I don't have to be Madonna to make your eyes
Visine's for eyes when you smoke the weed
For this, you need a scientist
Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from
I blow the spot up in any or boondox
the bully of the block move and get new locks
Now who kicks phenomical astronomical? Uh
That's my nine in you, nauseous that's my rhyme in you
I swing funk like numchuks my game's
That's when I blind fools like Kareem Abdul
Hot like lava's fire, sometimes I get higher than cheech
My funk speech make words wear sun
I'm gettin with the funk in your trunk
Def squad's in the house, with the for all you

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

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

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