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 from the womb of
She now likes the Lords but she to dig The Spinners
First with the style from the canal
And now I got the flav to make the crowd go

So dig it, don't me kick it
I'm taking no shorts unless this 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 the baby

on the ass now the Doitall's 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 to the funky style
let 'em know here comes the funky child

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

The fifth of the terror, it's the of Funky Kreuger
A.K. Anger, but yo Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Conceived in the fire by you warned disasters
The funky was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes the black mack is back
Here to kick my style, funky this and funky that
You can kid you know, you could 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 over rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Watch me flip the script, let me show you 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 you have to call me mister
Cooling in my House of Hits, time to wild
Raised in the ways of the child

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

Back up baby, 'cuz comes the schooler
We're hit we dry crawl and hit rock n' roller
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 a hit like pow

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

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 style 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 crews selling out
As long as Lords of the underground stay

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