Luyện nghe bài hát The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hill imported 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 to duck down
'Cause this is somethin' than a psychobeta buckdown

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

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

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

So you can get and you feel your head's twisted
Now insisted, you it to the brim
Yo, I him, I could never be them
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 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

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

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