Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Child

The year is
Now the first of the children of Roton
of the underground witness the birth of the funky child
Do it all hit 'em

Born the fuckers from the womb of Brenda
She now likes the 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 taking no shorts unless this girl my midget
I packs the piece than chicken packed grease
I'm nearly knocking boots, but if not knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh the baby

on the ass now the Doitall's crazy
No or playpens, the crowds what I'm rapping
And yes I do Reruns, as if boy was happening
Now January has birthed the funk one
The D-Day for and yes I'm funky
I got you to the funky style
K-Def let 'em here comes 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. Funkee
Conceived in the fire by you warned disasters
The child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the mack is back
Here to kick my funky style, funky this and that
You can work kid you know, you could practice all your
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 Jackie
Watch me the script, let me show you what the funk do
you call me uncle, what? Uncle, what? Uncle, who?
When I was younger I used to sing my sister
Now I the ill styles you have to call me mister
Cooling in my House of Hits, to buck wild
Raised in the ways of the child

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

Back up baby, 'cuz here comes the
hit when we dry crawl and hit rock n' roller
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 have a hit pow

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

We psycho and everybody thought they did was styles
They affect me, I said, "So what?", I kept on writing rhymes
I keep my style perfected so no one can stop my flow
I no man, 'cuz if it's on fool, then it's on, and it's on
worry not for other crews 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 to the words then you'll know what I'm about
Any props you are the props that you earn
I'm off till the funky child