Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (12" Version Remix)

* {intro talking by Ultra out}

[Kool
I brought a band, Sam is on
He's blowin' hard, back-to-back notes, get it
Take off coat, meditate, let your brain compel
think as the beat excels to your eardrums
Cause cells to numb and freeze while I off at ease
Real smooth, combined the
My nasal, no soprano is needed
To get overheated and while the Technics' turn
For the U-L, the T, the
You got a copy? Watch the record
Bite more...spin it day
You wake up and try to make up a that fear me
But let me you straight, I know you hear me
And when I'm on the stage you cheer me up another level
Down below I'm throwin' the Devil in a cage
I'm on the rampage, you need a number? Wanna my age?
Psyche! I carry a
Other groups - I will rag them, and wait
While you debate I hesitate, observe your styles
You been rappin', talkin' for about nothin'
Cos you amaze me, I'm like a game, everyone plays me
Regular, extended to the bonus, for of you
I think you known this was funky...

[Ced
Understand the sounds you're
It's a band, with
One with horns and trumpets, I've pumped this
Track up cos I knew I must get you to dance across the
Plus give myself more of this beat, teach
All of you how to reach your peak
And don't a seat, cos while the bass hits harder
My snare drum's never weak, hi-hats used funky
You get freaky, groovin' to the beat real neatly
So try to your-self to Ultra-Magnetic
Pick up my sculptured phonograph
It's not sloppy, ax your girl, she called me
was Ceddie, not Eddie, I'm ready
I'm not confetti, nor
But instead I'm great I create
The that match the pitch of my bass
drum, SynDrum, no hi-hats are needed
While Ced Gee overheated
And as I switch to matter in which
with rhythm I can't miss

Yo, track is funky, man...