Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (12" Version Remix)

* {intro talking by Ultra out}

Keith]
I brought a band, Sam is on
He's blowin' hard, back-to-back notes, get it
Take off your coat, meditate, let brain compel
Just think as the beat to your eardrums
Cause cells to numb and freeze I break off at ease
smooth, combined the piano
My voice nasal, no is needed
To get overheated and burn the Technics' turn
For the U-L, the T, the
You got a copy? Watch the record
Bite more...spin it day
You up and try to make up a rhyme that 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
below I'm throwin' with the Devil in a cage
I'm on the rampage, you need a Wanna know my age?
Psyche! I carry a
Other groups - I will rag them, and wait
While you I hesitate, observe your wack styles
You been rappin', for miles 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 should've this was funky...

Gee]
Understand the you're listenin'
It's a band, with
One with horns and trumpets, really pumped this
Track up cos I knew I must get you to dance the floor
Plus give myself more of this beat, teach
All of you how to really your peak
And have a seat, cos while the bass hits harder
My snare never weak, hi-hats used real funky
You get freaky, weakly groovin' to the beat neatly
So try to devote your-self to
Pick up my phonograph copy
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 hi-hats are
While Ced Gee overheated
And as I switch to matter in which
Combined with rhythm I can't

Yo, this is funky, man...