Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come the Lords

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

Listen to the way flip the metaphors and phrases
Listen, listen, driving 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 to a promo, now a hit on the radio
Next thing you know, be doing our video
one? 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 only real stays real, so, umm
Check the skills, the are kinda ill and, yo
Here come the Lords, 'cause we're to make a kill

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

Here come the
come the Lords
Here come the

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

Aiyyo, a minute remember the tape, you shopped around
A while back? Yo, what wasn't that your 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 you we were coming 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 Teddy Riley 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 you'll never rip, Funke style as good as this
Because you like you're drugged you might as well be a singer
Your whimsy couldn't touch me if your name was Sticky
So when I come around, don't try to be down, try to be down
Just dig the sound 'cause here comes the Lords of the

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

Here come the
come the Lords
Here come the

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

So catch it, no in my flow but I wrecks it
And you on the dillz from my jam called Check It
Check it, it, check it, check it microphone, check it
Yeah, you went wild 'cause your digs my records

So come on, I'm taking you where the sun don't
The underground but 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 know who used to be but now who's Top
Well, it's me and yes, I am by the Funke
Marley the House with Hits 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 James Brown and rock the whole town
Hah, and now the have broke ground

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

Here the Lords
Here the Lords
Here come the
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