Luyện nghe bài hát Funkorama (Cookin Soul Remix)

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

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

Ah, I'm just as as three peeled up motherfuckers
Def squad's in the house, the for you suckers
Punks, y'all chumps, I blew the once twice
I'm dumb nice, I bring my worst to a gunfight
The top notch, nah fuck that, that notch's
I'm off the meter, I make computer's catch
I'm than roller blades on icecapades
I'm fearless like plus I'm cool like aid
My grammar, slam here to york, Alabama
I never pull my pants up, I'm nutty like
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
cocks snaps and busts back at the boys in
Rrrrrah! weed for you!
Who says I can't burn shit up just like Lopez?
I'm the ruckus, my area is fucked up
You better off calling them Power 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 would swear was inside the trunk"