Luyện nghe bài hát The Phuncky Feel One

Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, all ready to get
Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, ready to get down?
Ladies and

Well I'm the one, yes, the phuncky feel one
Cypress Hill has come, any questions? ask them
'Cause we are any brothers that've been
On the dick, swingin' an' gatherin'

da info, 'cause yo what you're in fo'
It's a crazy day, strapped in a mode
Trapped a prophet, but I still profit
Even when you're off it, in my pocket

of my music, what, you call me chumpy?
In my trade, the is known to get funky
Hif is here to hack you down, Son is to buck you down
on you, if you're the biggest duck in town

You got to relax, we got to kick
Brothers, just sit back, me like a six pack
As I let the flow, into the hook, yo
Where you took? But that's another story, black

'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky one
I'm the one, yes, the phuncky feel one
I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky one
You I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,

Night in a stiff block, up the pimp's jock
to call me Pimp Poppa, 'cause I likes to hip hop
'Cause I'm with Cypress, illin', well, I might
Begin to take girl, your girl, she's the flyest

Flyer than the other broad, off the pitched rod
Isn't that odd, instead of sayin' my hard
It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin'
Forget it, act stupid little sucker, be clockin' you

With the right or left hand, this where stiff stands
Troopers on the side step, him down to death, man
With the greater lyric, if you can it
Just an ass kickin', is you inherit

So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be off
Why the suckers took Well, that's another story black

'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky one
I'm the one, yes, the phuncky feel one
I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky one
You I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,
Phuncky, phuncky,

Standin' on the corner, to the real estate
Clones they fools who get brothers try to imitate
Meanin' when they simulate, but they can't
Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath, I

Make me act loco, they up my vocal
Out to you so-called MCs with a roll call
Then you gotta close your eyes, you stand the sunlight
There is one light when Tribe's buckin' heads tonight

Buck, buck, buck ya head, sorry red is dead
Deader than a doornail, cold made his bed
Didn't just out, the sucker got cracked out
Hit the an' blacked out, with the shit from back down

So much more integrity, greatest I hook up
Was a funky looker, but that's another story,

'Cause we're the ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
We're the real ones, yes, the feel ones
We're the ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
You know the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,
Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,