Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come the Lords

Hey, yo, Funke wake up, huh? Turn 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 flip the metaphors and phrases
Listen, listen, it's driving me
'Cause every time I do a 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
Next thing you know, they'll be doing our
Same one? one, concepts, whole nine
And crazy similarities to the whole

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

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

Here come the
Here come the
Here the Lords

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

Aiyyo, wait a minute the tape, you shopped around
A while back? Yo, what wasn't that your boys? Now they got our 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

come the Lords, here 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 style 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 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
the camera moving 'cause 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
you sound like you're drugged you might as well be a singer
Your whimsy couldn't touch me if your name was Sticky
So when I come around, don't try to be down, don't try to be
Just dig the sound 'cause comes the Lords of the Underground

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

Here come the
come the Lords
Here come the

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

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

So come on, I'm you where the sun don't shine
The but everything is fine
I rhyme, copacetic, unless it gets
Your chords'll 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 back by the
Marley filled the House with Hits so you know the are chunky

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

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

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