Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come the Lords

Hey, yo, wake up, huh? Turn your radio up, what?
us, it's us? Yeah, listen to the cut, it's our style, our style?
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 every time I do a style and flip it kind of
say, that's fat and do it on the demo

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

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

Here come the
Here come the
Here come the
Here come the

come the Lords
Here the Lords
Here come the

Aiyyo, Marley, aiyyo whassup
Do you hear suckas trying 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 minute remember the tape, you around
A while back? Yo, what 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 that Brass Brass Monkey

Here come the Lords, here come the Mr.Funke don't you see me?
I you we were coming you suckas didn't believe me the Skipper
My Lords style stick like 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 knocka that Brass Monkey

I off a stage everyone 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 even slip or dip

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

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

Here the Lords
come the Lords
Here come the

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

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

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

So hit 'em, so chill, chill man,
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 so you know the Lords are chunky

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

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

Here come the
Here come the
come the Lords
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