Luyện nghe bài hát The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

I came to introduce a new type of
I invents 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 must be talkin' 'bout my funky nasal vocal
I take control, no to blow my nose
Just click on the chumpy and feel the funky

For you and bros, him and his hoes
You don't it? Here's my dick, bite it
There's you can do about the real one
a ill sum with 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, ya, buckin' ya, fuckin' ya
Like my Buddha plant boy, I'm gonna pluckin' ya

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

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

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

Right into ya, now 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, it in steam
But yo everything ain't what it
'Cause the Cypress material luxurious superior
or memorial, historical, physical

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

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

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

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

So you can get blitzed and you feel 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 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, for the blunted

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

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