Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come the Lords

Hey, yo, wake up, huh? Turn your radio 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 you some thin'

Listen to the way they flip the 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 thing you know, they'll be doing our
Same one? one, concepts, whole nine
And similarities to the whole rhyme

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

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

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

Aiyyo, a minute remember the tape, you shopped around
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, here the Lords Mr.Funke don't you see me?
I told you we were coming you suckas didn't me the Skipper
My Lords style stick like Jack the Ripper, I'm other rappers like Your girl hangs on my zipper, Lord Jazz, hit me one time make it funky
Stop being stingy knocka pass that Monkey

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

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

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

come the Lords
Here the Lords
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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 like Michael Jackson
And to hear the girls 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 Check It
Check it, check it, check it, check it microphone, it
Yeah, you went wild 'cause your moms digs my

So on, I'm taking you where the sun don't shine
The underground but is fine
I rhyme, copacetic, it gets hectic
Your vocal chords'll get cracked, you gets no

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

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

Here come the
Here the Lords
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Here the Lords

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Here the Lords
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