Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Child

The is 1971
Now the first of the children of Roton
Lords of the witness the birth of the funky child
Do it all hit 'em

Born with the fuckers from the womb of
She now the Lords but she used to dig The Spinners
First with the from the birth canal
And now I got the flav to make the go wild

So dig it, watch me kick it
I'm taking no shorts unless girl from my midget
I packs the piece more than packed grease
I'm nearly boots, but if not I'll knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh cries the

on the ass now the Doitall's crazy
No or playpens, the crowds what I'm rapping
And yes I do Reruns, as if this boy was
Now fourteenth has birthed the funk one
The D-Day for Dupree and yes I'm
I got you bobbing to the funky
let 'em know here comes the funky child

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

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 child was taught to the of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack is
Here to kick my funky style, this and funky that
You can work kid you know, you could practice all life
But I still take the show and then I go home with the

Oh my God, with the style, Lord have mercy
I hurdle rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Watch me flip the script, let me show you the funk do
Make you me uncle, what? Uncle, what? Uncle, who?
When I was younger I to sing with 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 of the funky child

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

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 is how I'm killing 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 buck
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
Take it to mom to say, ain't they funky?

We psycho and everybody thought they did was styles
They didn't affect me, I said, "So what?", I kept on writing
I my funky 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
Don't not for other crews selling out
As as Lords of the underground stay underground

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