Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come the Lords

Hey, yo, Funke wake up, 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 show you some

Listen to the way they flip the and phrases
Listen, listen, it's driving me
'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
Next thing you know, they'll be doing our
Same one? Same one, concepts, nine
And crazy to the whole rhyme

I'm not worried though, why? I'm flipping 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 here to make a kill

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

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

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 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 me the Skipper
My style 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 knocka pass that Monkey

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

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

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

come the Lords
Here come the
Here come the

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

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

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

So hit 'em, so chill, man, chill
I who used to be but now who's Top Bill
Well, me and yes, I am back 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 funk, can two brothers like us do?
But get down James Brown and rock the whole town
Hah, and now the Lords have broke

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

come the Lords
Here the Lords
Here the Lords
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