Luyện nghe bài hát The Phuncky Feel One

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

I'm the real 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, swingin' an' gatherin'

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

'Cause of my music, what, you call me
In my trade, the Tribe is known to get
Hif is to hack 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 rhyme flow, the hook, yo
Where you gettin' But that's another story, black

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

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky,

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

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 like clockin' loot?
it, act stupid little sucker, I'll be clockin' you

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

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

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

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

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

Buck, buck, ya head, sorry that red is dead
than 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 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 phuncky ones
We're the real ones, yes, the feel ones
You know we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel

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