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 freeze
Visine's for when you smoke the thai weed
For this, you need a scientist
Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from
I blow the up in any hood or boondox
Make the bully of the block and get new locks
Now who that phenomical astronomical? Uh
That's my in you, feelin nauseous that's my rhyme in you
I swing funk like numchuks my death
That's when I blind 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 in your 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 three 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, notch's topped
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 to york, Alabama
I pull my pants up, I'm nutty like planters
My style gets 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 cause the ruckus, my is fucked up
You better off calling them Ranger 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 swear Redman was inside the trunk"