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 excels to your eardrums
Cause cells to numb and while I break off at ease
Real smooth, the piano
My nasal, no soprano is needed
To get overheated and burn the Technics' turn
For the U-L, the T, the
You got a copy? Watch the play
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 level
Down below I'm throwin' with the in a cage
I'm on the rampage, you need a Wanna know my age?
Psyche! I a Magnum
Other groups - I will rag them, and wait
While you debate I hesitate, your wack styles
You been rappin', for miles about nothin'
Cos you don't amaze me, I'm a game, everyone plays me
Regular, to the bonus, for some of you
I you should've known this 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 across the floor
Plus give myself of this beat, then teach
All of you how to really your peak
And have a seat, cos while the bass hits harder
My snare drum's never weak, hi-hats used real
You get freaky, weakly groovin' to the beat neatly
So try to your-self to Ultra-Magnetic
up my sculptured phonograph copy
It's not sloppy, ax your girl, she called me
was Ceddie, not Eddie, I'm ready
I'm not confetti, nor
But instead I'm because I create
The lyrics match the pitch of my bass
Kick drum, SynDrum, no are needed
While Ced Gee gets
And rough as I to matter in which
Combined rhythm I can't miss

Yo, track is funky, man...