Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (12" Version Remix)

* {intro talking by Ultra out}

[Kool
I a band, Sam is on trombone
He's blowin' hard, notes, get with it
off your coat, meditate, let your brain compel
Just think as the beat excels to your
Cause to numb and freeze while I break off at ease
Real smooth, combined the
My voice nasal, no soprano is
To get overheated and burn while the Technics'
For the U-L, the T, the
You got a Watch the record play
Bite more...spin it day
You wake up and try to make up a rhyme fear me
But let me you straight, I know 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 need a number? know my age?
Psyche! I carry a
Other groups - I only will rag them, and
While you debate I hesitate, observe your styles
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 sounds listenin'
It's a band, 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 really reach your
And don't have a seat, cos while the bass harder
My snare drum's never weak, used real funky
You get freaky, groovin' to the beat real neatly
So try to your-self to Ultra-Magnetic
Pick up my sculptured copy
not sloppy, ax your girl, she called me Poppy
That was Ceddie, not Eddie, I'm
I'm not confetti, nor
But instead I'm great because I
The lyrics that the pitch of my bass
drum, SynDrum, no hi-hats are needed
While Ced Gee overheated
And rough as I switch to in which
with rhythm I can't miss

Yo, track is funky, man...