Luyện nghe bài hát The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

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

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

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

Sen'll psycobeta, blast ya if he
Tell 'em Sen, I'm the master
ya, hittin' ya, buckin' ya, fuckin' ya
Like my plant 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' about a ill
The funky Hill shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never in your will you wet this
This crazy business, now thinkin' [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] it's like some cheeba
The formula 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 ain't him, I could 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 it too straight
Yo, it's a fatal blow, somethin' like a
Yeah, it'll sting ya,
See ya, I'm on it, for the blunted

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

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