Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (12" Version Remix)

* {intro talking by Ultra left

Keith]
I a band, Sam is on trombone
He's blowin' hard, notes, get with it
Take off your coat, meditate, let your compel
think as the beat excels to your eardrums
Cause cells to and freeze while I break off at ease
smooth, combined the piano
My voice nasal, no is needed
To get overheated and burn while the turn
For the U-L, the T, the
You got a copy? Watch the record
more...spin it every day
You up and try to make up a rhyme that fear me
But let me tell you straight, I you hear me
And when I'm on the stage you just cheer me up another
Down below I'm throwin' the Devil in a cage
I'm on the rampage, you a number? Wanna know my age?
Psyche! I carry a
Other groups - I only rag them, and wait
While you debate I hesitate, your wack styles
You been rappin', talkin' for about nothin'
Cos you don't me, I'm like a game, everyone plays me
Regular, to the bonus, for some of you
I think you should've this was funky...

[Ced
Understand the sounds listenin'
a band, with nitroglycerin
One with horns and trumpets, really pumped this
up cos I knew I must get you to dance across the floor
Plus give myself more of beat, then teach
All of you how to really reach your
And don't have a seat, cos while the bass harder
My snare never weak, hi-hats used real funky
You get freaky, weakly to the beat real neatly
So try to devote to Ultra-Magnetic
Pick up my sculptured phonograph
not sloppy, ax your 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 of my bass
Kick drum, SynDrum, no are needed
While Ced Gee overheated
And rough as I switch to matter in
with rhythm I can't miss

Yo, track is funky, man...