Luyện nghe bài hát Funkorama (Cookin Soul Remix)

My funk make my brains come uncoast
One hundred percent funk runs blood straight through your
I don't have to be to make your eyes freeze
Visine's for eyes you smoke the thai weed
For this, you need a journalist
your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from logical
I the spot up in any hood or boondox
the bully of the block move and get new locks
Now who kicks that phenomical Uh
That's my in you, feelin nauseous that's my rhyme in you
I funk like numchuks my game's death
cool when I blind fools like Kareem Abdul
Hot like lava's fire, sometimes I get more higher than
My funk speech make words wear sun
I'm gettin down with the funk in trunk
Def in the house, with the for all you punks

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

Ah, I'm just as high as peeled up motherfuckers
Def in the house, with the for you suckers
Punks, chumps, I blew the frame 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 computer's catch amenesia
I'm swifter than blades on icecapades
I'm fearless like plus I'm cool like aid
My grammar, slam from to york, Alabama
I never my pants up, I'm nutty like planters
My gets death like row or def like jeff
Def jam or squad, or death like meth
One two! Big up to my on one deuce
That cocks snaps and busts back at the in
Rrrrrah! With for you!
Who says I can't burn shit up like Lisa Lopez?
I'm the ruckus, my area is fucked up
You better off calling them Ranger motherfuckers
Cause will bomb just like 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"