Luyện nghe bài hát Funkorama (Cookin Soul Remix)

My funk prognosis make my come uncoast
One hundred percent funk runs blood straight through nose
I don't have to be Madonna to your eyes freeze
Visine's for eyes when you smoke the weed
For this, you a journalist scientist
Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far logical
I the spot up in any hood or boondox
Make the of the block move and get new locks
Now who kicks that astronomical? Uh
That's my in you, feelin nauseous that's my rhyme in you
I swing funk like my game's death
That's cool when I 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 down with the in your trunk
Def squad's in the house, the for all you punks

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

Ah, I'm just as as three peeled up motherfuckers
Def squad's in the house, with the for you
Punks, y'all chumps, I blew the once twice
I'm dumb nice, I my worst lyrics 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 four plus I'm cool like aid
My grammar, slam from 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 death like
One two! Big up to my niggaz on one
That snaps and busts back at the boys in
Rrrrrah! weed for you!
Who I can't burn shit up just like Lisa Lopez?
I'm the ruckus, my area is fucked up
You off calling them Power Ranger motherfuckers
Cause Redman will bomb just like
When I'm loose I'm worldwide triple fat goose

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