Luyện nghe bài hát The Phuncky Feel One

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

Well I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky one
Cypress Hill has come, any questions? Just ask
'Cause we are answerin' any that've been
On the dick, swingin' an' straight

da info, 'cause yo what you're 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

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

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

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

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky 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,
Phuncky, phuncky,

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

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

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

So much more integrity, greatest 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 feel ones
You know we're the real ones, yes, the feel ones

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