Luyện nghe bài hát The Phuncky Feel One

Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, all ready to get
Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, y'all ready to get
and gentlemen

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

Enter da info, 'cause yo what in fo'
It's a day, strapped in a pimp mode
Trapped like a prophet, but I still
Even when you're off it, bank's in my

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

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

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

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,

Night in a stiff block, hangin' up the jock
Used to call me Pimp Poppa, I likes to hip hop
'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin', well, I
Begin to take your girl, your girl, the flyest

Flyer the other broad, workin' off the pitched rod
Isn't odd, instead of sayin' my dick's 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 step, bucks him down to death, man
With the lyric, if you can spare it
an ass kickin', is what you inherit

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

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

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,
Phuncky, phuncky,

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

Make me act loco, they up my vocal
Out to catch you so-called MCs with a roll
Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't the sunlight
There is just one light when Tribe's heads tonight

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

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

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

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