Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come the Lords

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

Listen to the way they flip the metaphors and
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 demo to a promo, now a hit on the
thing you know, they'll be doing our video
Same Same one, concepts, whole nine
And crazy similarities to the whole

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

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

come the Lords
Here the Lords
Here the Lords

Aiyyo, Marley, aiyyo knocka?
Do you hear these suckas trying to clock, the Lord Chief
Yeah, I hear 'em they're just a bunch of on your bone
Hold up, I'm trying to figure out where could 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 call you Mr.Funke, yo, Lord Jazz, pass me some of that Brass Brass Monkey

Here come the Lords, here come the Lords Mr.Funke 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 hangs on my zipper, Lord Jazz, hit me one time make it funky
Stop being stingy pass that Brass Monkey

I step off a stage knows, who I am
Grab the mic like Riley and I jam, jam
Give me the mic and me wax that ass
Keep the 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
Because you sound like drugged you might as well be a singer
Your whimsy couldn't me if your name was Sticky Fingaz
So I come around, don't try to be down, don't try to be down
dig the sound 'cause here comes the Lords of the Underground

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

Here come the
Here come the
Here the Lords

Well, umm, open up the doors and yell, here come the
Yell it loud, yell it let me hear it from a crowd
I packs 'em, in the closet Michael Jackson
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, check it, it, check it microphone, check it
Yeah, you went wild your moms digs my records

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

So hit 'em, so chill, man, chill
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 what about this funk, can two like us do?
But get down like James Brown and the whole town
Hah, and now the have broke ground

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

Here come the
Here the Lords
come the Lords
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