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 don't have to be to make your eyes freeze
for eyes when you smoke the thai weed
For this, you a journalist scientist
Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from
I blow the spot up in any hood or
Make the bully of the move and get new locks
Now who kicks that astronomical? Uh
That's my nine in you, feelin nauseous my rhyme in you
I funk like numchuks my game's death
That's cool when I fools like Kareem Abdul
Hot like lava's fire, I get more higher than cheech
My funk speech make words wear sun
I'm gettin down with the funk in trunk
Def squad's in the house, the for all you punks

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

Ah, I'm just as high as peeled up motherfuckers
Def squad's in the house, with the for you
Punks, y'all chumps, I blew the frame 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 make computer's 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 pull my pants up, I'm nutty like planters
My style death like row or def like jeff
Def jam or squad, or death like meth
One two! Big up to my niggaz on one
That cocks snaps and busts back at the in
Rrrrrah! With for you!
Who says I can't burn shit up just like Lopez?
I'm cause the ruckus, my is fucked up
You better off calling them Power 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 would swear Redman was the trunk"