Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come the Lords

Hey, yo, Funke wake up, huh? Turn radio up, what?
It's us, 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 metaphors and
Listen, listen, it's me crazy
every time I do a style and flip it kind of simple
Brothers say, that's fat and do it on the

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 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
Check the skills, the skills are ill and, yo
Here come the Lords, 'cause we're here to a kill

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

Aiyyo, wait a minute remember the tape, you shopped
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 call you Mr.Funke, yo, Lord Jazz, pass me some of Brass Brass Monkey

Here come the Lords, here 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 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 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 could slip or dip

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

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Here the Lords
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Here the Lords
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Here the Lords

Well, umm, open up the doors and yell, here 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 the girls go, oh, when I'm rocking

So catch it, no in my flow but I wrecks it
And caught you on the dillz my jam called Check It
Check it, check it, check it, 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 underground but is fine
I rhyme, copacetic, unless it gets
Your vocal chords'll get cracked, you gets no

So hit 'em, so chill, chill man,
I who used to be but now who's Top Bill
Well, me and yes, I am back by the Funke
Marley the House with Hits 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 like James and rock the whole town
Hah, and now the Lords have broke

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Here the Lords
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