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 to be Madonna to make your eyes freeze
Visine's for eyes when you the thai weed
For this, you need a journalist
Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from
I blow the up in any hood or boondox
Make the 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 your
Def squad's in the house, with the for all you

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

Ah, I'm as high as three peeled up motherfuckers
Def squad's in the house, the for you suckers
Punks, chumps, I blew the frame once 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 computer's catch amenesia
I'm than roller blades on icecapades
I'm fearless four plus I'm cool like aid
My grammar, from here to york, Alabama
I never my pants up, I'm nutty like planters
My style death like row or def like jeff
Def like jam or squad, or death meth
One two! Big up to my niggaz on one
That cocks snaps and back at the boys 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 will bomb just Sadaam
When I'm loose I'm worldwide triple fat goose

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