Luyện nghe bài hát Funkorama (Cookin Soul Remix)

My prognosis make my brains come uncoast
One hundred percent runs blood straight through your nose
I don't have to be Madonna to make your eyes
Visine's for when you smoke the thai weed
For this, you need a journalist
Keep your eye in this, cosmical, far from logical
I blow the up in any hood or boondox
Make the bully of the block move and get new
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 death
That's cool when I blind like Kareem Abdul
Hot like lava's fire, I get more higher than cheech
My funk speech make words sun visors
I'm gettin down with the funk in your
Def squad's in the house, the for all you punks

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

Ah, I'm just as high as three peeled up
Def squad's in the house, with the for you
Punks, y'all chumps, I blew the once twice
I'm dumb nice, I bring my worst lyrics to a
The top notch, nah fuck that, that notch's
I'm off the meter, I make computer's catch
I'm swifter than roller on icecapades
I'm fearless like four plus I'm like aid
My grammar, slam from here to york,
I never pull my pants up, I'm nutty planters
My style gets death like row or def jeff
Def jam or squad, or death like meth
One two! Big up to my on one deuce
cocks snaps and busts back 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 will bomb just like Sadaam
When I'm loose I'm worldwide like triple fat

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