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 the fuckers from the womb of Brenda
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, watch me kick it
I'm taking no unless this girl from my midget
I packs the more than chicken packed grease
I'm knocking boots, but if not I'll knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh cries the

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

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

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

Oh my God, funky the style, Lord have 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?
When I was younger I used to sing my sister
Now I kick the ill styles you have to call me
Cooling in my of Hits, time to buck wild
in the ways of the funky child

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

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

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

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

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