Luyện nghe bài hát The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

I came to a new type of juice
Stuff I invents to you feel real loose
No, you don't drink it, just let it it
Then start feelin' it, the funky Hill shit

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

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

Sen'll psycobeta, blast ya if he
Tell 'em Sen, I'm the psycobeta
Strikin' ya, hittin' ya, buckin' ya, ya
Like my Buddha plant boy, I'm gonna 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 Cypress Hill shit

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

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

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

Cypress imported it, boiled it in steam
But yo everything what it seems
'Cause the Cypress Hill material luxurious
or memorial, historical, physical

Ingredients, that immediate blend
Yo, Sen aim and let the juice now extend
Yeah, I'm still comin' atcha, but you need to duck down
'Cause this is different than a psychobeta buckdown

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

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

Never in your life you wet this
This crazy business, now thinkin' [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] it's good like 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
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 the high
Smokin' the Buddha
Lungs and now you're feelin' it
Yeah, the funky Cypress Hill

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