Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (12" Version Remix)

* {intro talking by left out}

Keith]
I a band, Sam is on trombone
He's blowin' hard, back-to-back notes, get it
off your coat, meditate, let your brain compel
Just think as the beat to your eardrums
Cause cells to numb and freeze while I break off at
Real smooth, combined the
My nasal, no soprano is needed
To get overheated and burn the Technics' turn
For the U-L, the T, the
You got a copy? Watch the record
more...spin it every day
You wake up and try to up a rhyme 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' with the Devil in a
I'm on the rampage, you need a number? Wanna my age?
Psyche! I carry a
groups - I only will rag them, and wait
While you debate I hesitate, observe your wack
You been rappin', talkin' for about nothin'
Cos you don't amaze me, I'm a game, everyone plays me
Regular, extended to the bonus, for of you
I think you known this was funky...

Gee]
Understand the you're listenin'
a band, with nitroglycerin
One with horns and trumpets, I've pumped this
Track up cos I knew I must get you to dance the floor
give myself more of this beat, then teach
All of you how to reach your peak
And have a seat, cos while the bass hits harder
My snare drum's weak, hi-hats used real funky
You get freaky, weakly groovin' to the beat neatly
So try to devote to Ultra-Magnetic
Pick up my sculptured copy
It's not sloppy, ax girl, she called me Poppy
That was Ceddie, not Eddie, I'm
I'm not confetti, nor
But I'm great because I create
The lyrics that match the pitch of my
Kick drum, SynDrum, no hi-hats are
While Ced Gee overheated
And as I switch to matter in which
Combined rhythm I can't miss

Yo, track is funky, man...