Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Child

The is 1971
Now the first of the children of Roton
of the underground witness the birth of the funky child
Do it all hit 'em

Born with the fuckers from the womb of
She now likes the but she used to dig The Spinners
First with the style from the canal
And now I got the flav to the crowd go wild

So dig it, don't me kick it
I'm taking no shorts unless girl from my midget
I packs the piece more than packed grease
I'm knocking boots, but if not I'll knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh cries the

Smacked on the ass now the Doitall's
No or playpens, the crowds what I'm rapping
And yes I do Reruns, as if boy was happening
Now January fourteenth has the funk one
The for Dupree and yes I'm funky
I got you bobbing to the funky
K-Def let 'em know comes the funky child

Yeah, born in the of Newark
Now witness the birth of Mr.

The fifth of the terror, it's the of Funky Kreuger
A.K. Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee
Conceived in the fire by you through disasters
The funky child was to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the mack is back
Here to kick my funky style, funky this and that
You can work kid you know, you could practice all life
But I still take the and then I go home with the wife

Oh my God, funky with the style, Lord mercy
I hurdle over rappers just like Joyner-Kersee
Watch me flip the script, let me show you what the do
Make you call me uncle, Uncle, what? Uncle, who?
I was younger I used to sing with my sister
Now I kick the ill styles you have to me mister
Cooling in my House of Hits, to buck wild
Raised in the of the funky child

Funky child, funky, funky
child, funky, funky style
Funky child, funky, style
child, funky, funky style
Funky child, funky
Funky child, child

Back up baby, 'cuz here the schooler
We're hit when we dry and hit rock n' roller
I'm in the swinging, hypnotized by the pendulum
[Incomprehensible], so is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., is on the Technique
Marley's on the mix and now the have a hit like pow

Now time to get buck wild
And watch my funky brothers the underground
In a second, or minute, in no times
Bring it
And go grab the album to bring the Lords
Take it home to mom to say, ain't they

We gone psycho and thought they did was styles
They didn't affect me, I said, "So what?", I kept on writing
I keep my funky style perfected so no one can stop my
I no man, 'cuz if it's on fool, then it's on, and it's on
Don't not for other crews selling out
As as Lords of the underground stay underground

The brothers of Lotug keep the lyrical fitness
Don't worry about me out, mind your business
You say damn, Mr. Funkee's throwing out
But if you to the words then you'll know what I'm about
Any props you receive are the that you earn
I'm off till the child returns