Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come the Lords

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, wait a 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 sweat it just show 'em why they call you Mr.Funke, yo, Lord Jazz, pass me some of Brass Brass Monkey

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

I step off a 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 fast
You can trip, you can flip, you even slip or dip

But you'll ever rip, Funke 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, don't try to be down, don't try to be
Just dig the 'cause here comes the Lords of the Underground

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

Here the Lords
Here come the
come the Lords

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

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

So come on, I'm taking you the sun don't shine
The underground but everything is
I rhyme, copacetic, it gets hectic
Your vocal get cracked, you gets no chloraseptic

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

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

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

come the Lords
Here come the
Here the Lords
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