Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (12" Version Remix)

* {intro by Ultra left out}

Keith]
I a band, Sam is on trombone
blowin' hard, back-to-back notes, get with it
Take off your coat, meditate, let brain compel
Just think as the excels to your eardrums
Cause cells to and freeze while I break off at ease
Real smooth, combined the
My nasal, no soprano is needed
To get overheated and burn while the Technics'
For the U-L, the T, the
You got a Watch the record play
more...spin it every 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 level
Down below I'm throwin' the Devil in a cage
I'm on the rampage, you a number? Wanna know my age?
Psyche! I a Magnum
Other groups - I only rag them, and wait
While you I hesitate, observe your wack styles
You been rappin', talkin' for miles nothin'
Cos you don't amaze me, I'm like a game, everyone me
Regular, to the bonus, for some of you
I think you known this was funky...

Gee]
Understand the sounds you're
It's a band, with
One horns and trumpets, I've really pumped this
Track up cos I I must get you to dance across the floor
Plus give myself of this beat, then teach
All of you how to really reach your
And don't 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 your-self 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 pitch of my
Kick drum, SynDrum, no are needed
Ced Gee gets overheated
And rough as I switch to in which
Combined rhythm I can't miss

Yo, this is funky, man...