Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Child

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

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

So dig it, don't me kick it
I'm taking no shorts 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 rattles or playpens, the what I'm rapping
And yes I do Reruns, as if this boy was
Now January fourteenth has the funk one
The for Dupree and yes I'm funky
I got you bobbing to the style
K-Def let 'em know here comes the funky

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

The fifth of the terror, 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 my funky style, funky this and funky that
You can kid you know, you could practice all your life
But I still take the and then I go home with the wife

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

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

Back up baby, 'cuz comes the schooler
We're hit when we dry crawl and hit n' roller
I'm caught in the swinging, 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 it's time to get buck
And watch my brothers freak the underground
In a second, or minute, in no times
Bring it
And go grab the album to bring the money
Take it home to mom to say, ain't funky?

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

The of Lotug will keep the lyrical fitness
Don't worry about me selling out, mind business
You say damn, Mr. Funkee's 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 the funky child returns