Luyện nghe bài hát Here I Come

"i got something to say, man, you I mean, you cats been up
There rappin ain't said about the real thing, you know
I mean? I got something to say, man"

Lord finesse is the who's talking
And this is somethin to pump in your walkman
So watch me, troop, and pay as I get down
Get funky and some real shit now
The rap professional, so
Go against me and get the best of you
gettin funky is no coincidence
Finesse can flow to any musical
But I'm better for, my skill's the
I can get loose and flow a reservoir
Or the river, maybe the amazon
I'm the that you should have the cameras on
I'm not the type to go out the way do
Finesse fall off? you be on a drug or two
Cause mc's try best to flow and catch the
f-i-n-e-double s-e
I'ma get raw and score, then I'm outta
is like a classroom, any volunteers?
Yeah, I thought so, you stay frozen
I can kick a tune like my man
I got strategy, is as bad as me
I'm the funky brother that many are to see
On a platform, stage, or in
Lord finesse is gettin funky on the

"here I come" "a slick with a fade and a half-moon" (repeat 2x)

Now watch the pro as I perform and the show
Do with ease what others impossible
Cause I'm so damn fly, so just by
In a fight I rappers by a landslide
Cause I hit hard, make em run and
Best finesse is gonna get large
And swifter, fresher, better ever
Yeah, etcetera,
I'm filled with action I'm so spectacular
Yet I flow like a benz or a acura
A man of skill and high
I'm a funky brother, so is you telling me?
rappers step on a stage like it's a star search
To be funky it takes crazy work
They try to flip and skip to the wack
But I play the stage while play the background
And I rhyme quick many get crushed fast
I a fade, half moon, and now a moustache
I'm ready, set to
And correct, in full effect
Yeah, I'm things funky

"here I come" "a slick brother with a and a half-moon" (repeat 4x)

Now I rock the to reach the tip-top
So see and believe as I proceed to rip
Rhymes are handmade, smooth like
Cut you up so bad you need than a band aid
mc's forfeit, think they lost it
Get over-exhausted, I the raw shit
Bust it, it, rhymes are top secret
Me swift on the mic, that's done frequent
I tell mc's to get when I get pissed off
You think I'm wack? well, you got to criss-crossed
and able, far from a fable
Mc's I disable, make em stable
I burn and you, beat and expel you
I'm out to you, I put you on bellevue
Hospital, now I did the
I'm lord finesse I'm so remarkable
I'm so bad, I make go mad
They deal with my style of vocab
I'll rip and that, make mc's hushed at
And I'm finished y'all will say "yo, who was that
Brother? " I'm a bad motherfucker
Rhymes so swift, to no other
I'm the funky technician kicking a rhyme
Lord finesse sayin till the next time

"here I come" "a slick brother a fade and a half-moon" (repeat til fade)