Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Child

The year is
Now comes the first of the of Roton
Lords of the underground witness the of the funky child
Do it all hit 'em

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

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

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

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

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 child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black is back
Here to kick my funky style, this and funky that
You can work kid you know, you practice all your life
But I still take the show and I go home with the wife

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

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

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

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

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

The brothers of Lotug keep the lyrical fitness
worry about me selling out, mind your business
You might say damn, Mr. throwing out
But if you listen to the words then know what I'm about
Any props you receive are the props that you
I'm off till the child returns