Luyện nghe bài hát The Phuncky Feel One

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

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

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

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

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

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,

Night in a stiff block, hangin' up the pimp's
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, 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 loot?
Forget it, act little sucker, I'll be clockin' you

With the or left hand, duck this where stiff stands
Troopers on the side step, bucks him 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 know I can't be off
Why the took off? Well, that's another 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 know I'm the real one, yes, the feel one

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,
Phuncky, phuncky,

on the corner, close to the real estate
Clones they 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 you so-called MCs with a roll call
Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the
There is just one when Tribe's buckin' heads tonight

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

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

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