Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (12" Version Remix)

* {intro talking by Ultra left

Keith]
I brought a band, Sam is on
He's blowin' hard, notes, get with it
off your coat, meditate, let your brain compel
Just think as the excels to your eardrums
Cause cells to numb and freeze while I off at ease
smooth, combined the piano
My voice nasal, no soprano is
To get and burn while 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 tell you straight, I you hear me
And I'm on the stage you just cheer me up another level
Down below I'm throwin' with the in a cage
I'm on the rampage, you need a number? Wanna my age?
Psyche! I carry a
Other groups - I only will rag them, and
While you debate I hesitate, observe your wack
You been rappin', for miles about nothin'
Cos you don't amaze me, I'm like a game, plays me
Regular, extended to the bonus, for of you
I you should've known this was funky...

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

Yo, this is funky, man...