Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come the Lords

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

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
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, be doing our video
Same one? Same one, concepts, whole
And crazy similarities to the rhyme

I'm not though, why? 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, 'cause we're here to a kill

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

Aiyyo, Marley, aiyyo whassup
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 could they get my style from

Aiyyo, wait a minute 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, here come the Lords Mr.Funke you see me?
I told you we were coming you suckas 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 Teddy and I jam, jam
Give me the mic and me wax that ass
the camera moving 'cause I'm kinda fast
You can trip, you can flip, you could slip or dip

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

Here the Lords
come the Lords
Here the Lords
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come the Lords
Here come the
come 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 packs 'em, in the closet like Jackson
And love to the girls go, oh, when I'm rocking

So catch it, no stutter in my flow but I it
And caught you on the dillz from my jam called It
Check it, check it, check it, 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 everything is
I rhyme, copacetic, unless it gets
Your vocal get cracked, you gets no chloraseptic

So hit 'em, so chill, chill man,
I know who to be but now who's Top Bill
Well, it's me and yes, I am by the Funke
Marley filled the House with Hits so you know the are chunky

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

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

come the Lords
Here come the
come the Lords
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