Luyện nghe bài hát Funkorama (Cookin Soul Remix)

My funk prognosis make my brains come
One percent funk runs blood straight through your nose
I have to be Madonna to make your eyes freeze
Visine's for eyes when you the thai weed
For this, you need a journalist
your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from logical
I blow the spot up in any hood or
the bully of the block move and get new locks
Now who kicks that phenomical Uh
That's my nine in you, feelin that's my rhyme in you
I funk like numchuks my game's death
That's when I blind fools like Kareem Abdul
Hot like lava's fire, sometimes I get more than cheech
My funk make words wear sun visors
I'm gettin with the funk in your trunk
Def squad's in the house, with the for all you

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

Ah, I'm just as high as three up motherfuckers
Def squad's in the house, with the for you
Punks, y'all chumps, I the frame once twice
I'm nice, I bring my worst lyrics to a gunfight
The top notch, nah fuck that, that notch's
I'm off the meter, I computer's catch amenesia
I'm than roller 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 like planters
My style gets like row or def like jeff
Def like jam or squad, or like meth
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 burn shit up just like Lisa Lopez?
I'm cause the ruckus, my area is up
You off calling them Power Ranger motherfuckers
Cause Redman bomb just like Sadaam
When I'm loose I'm worldwide triple fat goose

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