Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come the Lords

Hey, yo, Funke wake up, huh? Turn your radio up,
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 metaphors and
Listen, listen, it's driving me
'Cause every 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 Same one, concepts, whole nine
And similarities to the whole rhyme

I'm not worried though, why? I'm flipping hits from the
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 make a

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

Here come the
Here come the
Here the Lords

Aiyyo, Marley, aiyyo knocka?
Do you hear these suckas to clock, the Lord Chief Rocka
Yeah, I hear 'em they're just a bunch of clones on your
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 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

come the Lords, here 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 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 even or dip

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

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

Here come the
Here come the
come the Lords

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

So it, no stutter in my flow but I wrecks 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 come on, I'm taking you where the sun shine
The but everything is fine
I rhyme, copacetic, unless it hectic
Your 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 with so you know the Lords are chunky

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

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

Here the Lords
come the Lords
Here the Lords
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