Luyện nghe bài hát Funkorama (Cookin Soul Remix)

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

"Coming down the man loud 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 frame twice
I'm dumb nice, I bring my worst lyrics to a
The top notch, nah fuck that, that topped
I'm off the meter, I make catch amenesia
I'm swifter than blades on icecapades
I'm fearless like four plus I'm cool aid
My grammar, from here to york, Alabama
I never pull my up, I'm nutty like planters
My style gets death like row or def jeff
Def jam or squad, or death like meth
One two! Big up to my on one deuce
That snaps and busts back at the boys in
Rrrrrah! With for you!
Who says I can't burn up just like Lisa 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 like triple fat

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