Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Child

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

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

So dig it, don't watch me it
I'm taking no shorts unless this from my midget
I packs the piece more chicken packed grease
I'm nearly knocking boots, but if not knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh the baby

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 fourteenth has birthed the funk one
The D-Day for 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 return of Funky
A.K. Anger, but yo Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Conceived in the fire by you through disasters
The funky was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack is
Here to my funky style, funky this and funky that
You can work kid you know, you could all your life
But I still take the and then I go home with the wife

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

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

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

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

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

The brothers of Lotug will keep the fitness
Don't worry about me selling out, mind your
You might say damn, Mr. Funkee's out
But if you listen to the words you'll know what I'm about
Any props you receive are the props that you
I'm off till the funky returns