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 Just ask them
'Cause we are answerin' any brothers that've
On the dick, an' straight gatherin'

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

'Cause of my music, what, you me chumpy?
In my trade, the Tribe is to get funky
Hif is here to you down, Son is here to buck you down
Joke's on you, if you're the biggest 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 gettin' took? But that's story, black

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

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,

Night in a block, hangin' up the pimp's jock
Used to call me Poppa, 'cause 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
not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?
Forget it, act stupid little sucker, be clockin' you

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

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

I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one
I'm the real one, yes, the 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, close to the real
Clones they really who get brothers try to imitate
Meanin' when they simulate, but they can't
Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath, I

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

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

So much integrity, greatest deal I hook up
Was a funky looker, but another story, black

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

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