Luyện nghe bài hát Funky Child

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

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

So dig it, don't watch me it
I'm no shorts unless this girl from my midget
I the piece more than chicken packed grease
I'm knocking boots, but if not I'll knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh the baby

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

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

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 through
The funky child was to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black is back
to kick my funky style, funky this and funky that
You can work kid you know, you practice all your life
But I still take the show and I go home with the wife

Oh my God, with the style, Lord have mercy
I hurdle over rappers like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Watch me flip the script, let me you what the funk 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 you have to call me mister
Cooling in my House of Hits, time to buck
in the ways of the funky child

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

Back up baby, 'cuz here the schooler
hit when we dry crawl and hit rock n' roller
I'm caught in the swinging, hypnotized by the
[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 the underground
In a second, or minute, in no times
Bring it
And go grab the album to bring the money
Take it home to mom to say, ain't they

We gone psycho and everybody they did was styles
They didn't affect me, I said, "So what?", I kept on writing
I keep my funky perfected so no one can stop my flow
I fear no man, 'cuz if it's on fool, it's on, and it's on
worry not for other crews selling out
As long as Lords of the stay underground

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