Luyện nghe bài hát The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

I came to a new type of juice
Stuff I invents to make you feel real
No, you drink it, just let it sink it
Then start feelin' it, the funky Cypress Hill

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

For you and bros, him and his hoes
You like it? Here's my dick, bite it
There's nuttin' you can do the real one
It's a ill sum the ill juice, I'm the funky feel one"

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

Pickin' ya, then I'm gonna 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 Cypress Hill

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

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

Right 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 pitched levels, comin' from my rebels

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

Ingredients, gettin' that 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 somethin' different than a psychobeta

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

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

Never in life will you wet this
This crazy business, now you're [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] it's 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
This ain't poison, so go out on a limb

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

Just what you wanted, so you can the high
the Buddha Thai
Lungs expandin' and now feelin' it
Yeah, the Cypress Hill shit

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