Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Child

The is 1971
Now the first 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 no shorts unless this girl from my midget
I packs the piece more than chicken grease
I'm knocking boots, but if not I'll knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh the baby

Smacked on the ass now the crazy
No or playpens, the crowds 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 here comes the funky 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. Wallbanger
in the fire by you warned through disasters
The funky was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the mack is back
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 show and then I go with the wife

Oh my God, funky the style, Lord have mercy
I hurdle over just like Jackie 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 House of Hits, to buck wild
Raised in the ways of the child

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

Back up baby, 'cuz here the schooler
We're hit when we dry 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 have a hit pow

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

We gone and everybody thought they did was styles
They didn't affect me, I said, "So what?", I kept on writing
I keep my funky style perfected so no one can 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 long as of the underground stay underground

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