Luyện nghe bài hát The Phuncky Feel One

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

Well I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky one
Hill has come, any questions? Just ask them
'Cause we are answerin' any brothers been
On the dick, swingin' an' gatherin'

Enter da info, 'cause yo what in fo'
It's a crazy day, strapped in a 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 to buck you down
Joke's on you, if you're the duck in town

You got to relax, we got to back
Brothers, sit back, enjoy 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 one, yes, the phuncky feel one
You know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky 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 with Cypress, illin', well, I might
Begin to take your girl, your girl, the flyest

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

With the right or 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 what you

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

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 feel 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
they really fools who get brothers try to imitate
Meanin' when they simulate, but can't stimulate
Like a faded joint, stiff the breath, I take

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

Buck, buck, buck ya head, sorry that red is
Deader than a doornail, someone cold his bed
just break out, the sucker got cracked out
Hit the pipe an' blacked out, the shit from back down

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

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

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