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 flip the metaphors and phrases
Listen, listen, it's me crazy
'Cause time I do a style 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 our video
Same one? Same one, concepts, nine
And similarities to the whole rhyme

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

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

Here the Lords
come the Lords
Here the Lords

Aiyyo, Marley, aiyyo 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 to figure out where could they get my style from

Aiyyo, wait a remember the tape, you shopped around
A while 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 that Brass Brass Monkey

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

I step off a everyone knows, who I am
Grab the mic like Riley and I jam, jam
Give me the mic and watch me wax ass
the camera moving 'cause I'm kinda fast
You can trip, you can flip, you could even 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 your was Sticky Fingaz
So when I come around, don't try to be down, try to be down
Just dig the 'cause here comes the Lords of the Underground

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

Here the Lords
come the Lords
Here the Lords

Well, umm, open up the doors and yell, here come the
Yell it loud, yell it loud let me it from a crowd
I 'em, in the closet 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 you on the dillz from my jam called Check It
it, check it, check it, check it microphone, check it
Yeah, you went wild 'cause your moms my records

So come on, I'm taking you where the sun don't
The but everything is fine
I rhyme, copacetic, unless it hectic
Your vocal 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 with Hits so you know the Lords are

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

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

Here come the
come the Lords
Here the Lords
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