Luyện nghe bài hát The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

I to introduce a new type of juice
Stuff I invents to make you feel real
No, you don't drink it, just let it it
Then start feelin' it, the funky Cypress shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cypress Hill imported it, it in steam
But yo ain't what it seems
'Cause the Cypress Hill material superior
Glory or memorial, historical,

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

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

Kick that B-real, intellect filthy um, lingo
Dissed you, I elements, suck on slow
To get you all jazzed here to Tallahassee
ain't Florida, so put away the O.J.

Never in your life will you wet
This crazy business, now you're [Incomprehensible]
it's good like some cheeba
The formula will run ya I'll takin' up a list

So you can get blitzed and you your head's twisted
Now insisted, you it to the brim
Yo, I ain't him, I could never be
ain't poison, so let's go out on a limb

For the boys and who haven't had it yet
If you get too much and roll it too
Yo, a fatal blow, somethin' like a [Incomprehensible]
Yeah, it'll sting ya,
See ya, I'm on it, somethin' for the

what you wanted, so you can feel the high
Smokin' the Thai
expandin' and now you're feelin' it
Yeah, the funky Cypress shit

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