Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (12" Version Remix)

* talking by Ultra left out}

[Kool
I a band, Sam is on trombone
blowin' hard, back-to-back notes, get with it
Take off your coat, meditate, let your compel
Just think as the beat excels to eardrums
Cause cells to numb and freeze I break off at ease
Real smooth, 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 play
Bite more...spin it day
You wake up and try to make up a rhyme fear me
But let me tell you straight, I you hear me
And when I'm on the stage you just me up another level
Down below I'm with the Devil in a cage
I'm on the rampage, you need a number? Wanna know my
Psyche! I carry a
Other groups - I only will rag them, and
you debate I hesitate, observe 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 known was funky...

[Ced
the sounds 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 across the
Plus give myself more of beat, then teach
All of you how to reach your peak
And don't a seat, cos while the bass hits harder
My snare drum's never weak, hi-hats used funky
You get freaky, groovin' to the beat real neatly
So try to devote to Ultra-Magnetic
Pick up my phonograph copy
It's not sloppy, ax your girl, she called me
That was Ceddie, not Eddie, I'm
I'm not confetti, nor
But instead I'm because I create
The lyrics match the pitch of my bass
Kick drum, SynDrum, no hi-hats are
While Ced Gee gets
And as I switch to matter in which
with rhythm I can't miss

Yo, this is funky, man...