Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Child

The year is
Now the first of the children 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 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 go wild

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

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

Yeah, born in the of Newark
Now witness the of Mr. Funkee

The of the terror, it's the return of Funky Kreuger
A.K. Anger, but yo that's Mr. Wallbanger
Conceived in the fire by you warned through
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 practice all your
But I take the show and then I go home with the wife

Oh my God, funky with the style, Lord 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 to sing with my sister
Now I kick the ill styles you have to 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
child, funky, funky style
Funky child, funky, style
child, funky child
Funky child, funky

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

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

We gone psycho and everybody 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, then it's on, and on
worry not for other crews selling out
As long as Lords of the stay underground

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