Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Child

The is 1971
Now comes the first of the children of
of the underground witness the birth of the funky 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 from the birth canal
And now I got the to make the crowd go wild

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

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

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

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

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, what? Uncle, what? Uncle,
When I was younger I used to with my sister
Now I kick the ill styles you to call me mister
Cooling in my of Hits, time to buck wild
Raised in the ways of the funky

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

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

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

We gone and everybody thought they did was styles
They didn't affect me, I said, "So what?", I kept on rhymes
I keep my funky style 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 worry not for other crews out
As long as Lords of the underground underground

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