Luyện nghe bài hát The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

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

People ask, "Why do you so funny?"
They be talkin' 'bout my funky nasal 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 it? Here's my dick, bite it
nuttin' you can do about the real one
It's a ill sum with the ill juice, I'm the feel one"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you can get and you feel your head's twisted
Now insisted, you it to the brim
Yo, I ain't him, I never be them
This ain't poison, so 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, it's a fatal blow, somethin' like a
Yeah, it'll ya, [Incomprehensible]
See ya, I'm on it, somethin' for the

Just what you wanted, so you can the high
Smokin' the Buddha
Lungs and now you're feelin' it
Yeah, the funky Cypress shit

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