Luyện nghe bài hát Funkorama (Cookin Soul Remix)

My funk prognosis make my brains come
One hundred percent funk 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 logical
I blow the up in any hood or boondox
Make the bully of the block move and get new
Now who kicks that phenomical Uh
That's my nine in you, feelin that's my rhyme in you
I swing funk like numchuks my game's
That's cool when I blind like Kareem Abdul
Hot like lava's fire, sometimes I get more higher than
My speech make words wear sun visors
I'm gettin with the funk in your 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 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 lyrics to a
The top notch, nah that, that notch's topped
I'm off the meter, I make catch amenesia
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 pull my pants up, I'm nutty like planters
My style gets death like row or def like
Def like jam or squad, or like meth
One two! Big up to my on one deuce
That cocks snaps and busts back at the in
Rrrrrah! weed for you!
Who says I can't burn shit up just like Lisa
I'm cause the ruckus, my area is up
You better off calling them Ranger motherfuckers
Cause Redman will bomb just like
When I'm loose I'm worldwide triple fat goose

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