Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come the Lords

Hey, yo, Funke wake up, huh? Turn your up, what?
It's us, it's us? Yeah, listen to the cut, our style, our style?
Your style, stop brother, aiyyo, nigga, up
Let me show you thin'

Listen to the way they the metaphors and phrases
Listen, listen, driving me crazy
'Cause every time I do a and flip it kind of simple
Brothers say, fat and do it on the demo

a demo to a promo, now a hit on the radio
Next you know, they'll be doing our video
Same one? one, concepts, whole nine
And crazy similarities to the whole

I'm not worried though, why? I'm hits from the grill
And in the underground only real real, so, umm
Check the skills, the are kinda ill and, yo
Here come the Lords, we're here to make a kill

Here the Lords
Here come the
Here the Lords
come the Lords

Here the Lords
Here come the
Here come the

Aiyyo, Marley, aiyyo knocka?
Do you hear these suckas trying to clock, the Chief Rocka
Yeah, I hear 'em they're just a bunch of clones on bone
Hold up, I'm trying to figure out could they get my style from

Aiyyo, wait a minute remember the tape, you shopped
A while back? Yo, what wasn't that your boys? Now they got our stuff Down pat, yo, man don't it just show 'em why they call you Mr.Funke, yo, Lord Jazz, pass me some of that Brass Brass Monkey

Here come the Lords, come the Lords Mr.Funke don't you see me?
I told you we were coming you suckas didn't believe me the
My Lords stick like Jack the Ripper, I'm hanging other rappers like Your girl hangs on my zipper, Lord Jazz, hit me one time make it funky
Stop being stingy pass that Brass Monkey

I step off a stage knows, who I am
Grab the mic like Riley and I jam, jam
Give me the mic and me wax that ass
Keep the camera moving I'm kinda fast
You can trip, you can flip, you could even or dip

But you'll never ever rip, style as good as this
Because you like you're drugged you might as well be a singer
Your whimsy couldn't touch me if your name was Fingaz
So when I come around, try to be down, don't try to be down
dig the sound 'cause here comes the Lords of the Underground

Here come the
Here the Lords
come the Lords
Here come the

Here the Lords
come the Lords
Here the Lords

Well, umm, open up the doors and yell, here the Lords
Yell it loud, yell it loud let me hear it from a
I packs 'em, in the closet like Jackson
And love to hear the go, oh, when I'm rocking

So it, no stutter in my flow but I wrecks it
And caught you on the dillz from my jam called It
it, check it, check it, check it microphone, check it
Yeah, you went wild 'cause your moms digs my

So come on, I'm you where the sun don't shine
The underground but everything is
I rhyme, copacetic, unless it gets
vocal chords'll get cracked, you gets no chloraseptic

So hit 'em, so chill, man, chill
I know who used to be but now who's Top
Well, me and yes, I am back by the Funke
Marley filled the House with so you know the Lords are chunky

We stink, like pee-eww, from my shoe
But what about this funk, can two brothers us do?
But get down like James Brown and the whole town
Hah, and now the Lords have broke

Here the Lords
Here come the
Here come the
come the Lords

Here the Lords
Here the Lords
Here the Lords
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