Luyện nghe bài hát The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

I came to introduce a new type of
Stuff I invents to make you feel loose
No, you don't it, just let it sink it
Then start feelin' it, the Cypress Hill shit

ask, "Why do you sound so funny?"
They must be talkin' my funky nasal vocal money
I take control, no need to my nose
click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows

For you and bros, him and his hoes
You don't like it? my dick, bite it
There's nuttin' you can do the real one
It's a ill sum with the ill juice, I'm the feel one"

psycobeta, blast ya if he hasta
Tell 'em Sen, I'm the master
ya, hittin' ya, buckin' ya, fuckin' ya
Like my Buddha plant boy, I'm keep pluckin' ya

Pickin' ya, I'm gonna roll you up and light ya
Despite your booty in sight to my joint
To get to my point, I'm talkin' about a ill
The funky Hill shit

The Cypress Hill shit
The funky Hill shit
The funky Cypress Hill
The funky Cypress shit

Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, juice less
You get loose, so now you're useless
Can't feel the funk so I guess pump the wrist
How 'bout this mug my blunt?

into ya, now you're feelin', the chemicals vibin'
Are you realizin' it's gettin' better?
Surprisin' you whether or not, your together
the high pitched levels, comin' from my rebels

Cypress Hill imported it, boiled it in
But yo everything ain't it seems
the Cypress Hill material luxurious superior
Glory or memorial, historical,

Ingredients, gettin' that immediate
Yo, Sen aim and let the juice now extend
Yeah, I'm still comin' atcha, but you don't to duck down
'Cause this is different than a psychobeta buckdown

The funky Cypress Hill
The funky Hill shit
The funky Hill shit
The funky Hill shit

Kick that shit B-real, intellect um, lingo
you, I control elements, suck on slow
To get you all jazzed here to Tallahassee
This Florida, so put away the O.J.

in your life will you wet this
This business, now you're thinkin' [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] it's good like cheeba
The will run ya I'll start takin' up a list

So you can get blitzed and you feel your head's
Now insisted, you feel it to the
Yo, I him, I could never be them
This poison, so let's go out on a limb

For the boys and girls who had it yet
If you get too much and it too straight
Yo, a fatal blow, somethin' like a [Incomprehensible]
Yeah, it'll ya, [Incomprehensible]
See ya, I'm on it, for the blunted

Just you wanted, so you can feel the high
Smokin' the Buddha
Lungs expandin' and now you're it
Yeah, the Cypress Hill shit

The funky Cypress Hill
The Cypress Hill shit
The funky Cypress Hill
The funky Cypress shit