Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho

The year is 1971. Now comes the first of the children of
Lords of the Underground witness the of the funky child
hit 'em

Born with the funk the womb of Brenda
See I the Lords but you used to dig The Spinners
First with the style the birth canal
And now I got the flav to make the go wild
Do dig it (screams) Ooh watch me it
I'm taking no shorts unless this ?girl my midget?
I packs the piece more than chicken grease
I'm nearly boots, but if not I'll knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh cries the
Smacked on the ass now the Doitall's
No or playpens, the crowds what I'm rapping
And yes I do Reruns, as if this boy was
Now 14th has birthed the funk one
The for Dupree and yes I'm funk-ay
I got you bobbing to the funky
K-Def let 'em know comes the funky child

Yeah, in the underground of Newark, now witness the birth of Mr. Funkee

The fifth of the terror, it's the return of Kreuger
A.K. Anger, but yo Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Concieved in the fire by you through disaters
The funky child was to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the mack is back
Here to my funky style, funky this and funky that
You can work kid you know, you could all your life
But I still take the show and then I go home with the
Oh my God, with the style, Lord have mercy
I hurdle over rappers just like Joyner-Kersee
Watch me the script, let me show you what the funk do
you call me uncle (What?) Uncle (What?) Uncle (Who?)
When I was younger I used to sing my sister
Now I the ill styles you have to call me mister
Cooling in the of Hits, time to buckwild
Raised in the ways of the child

(Funky child) (Funky style)

(Funky child) (Funky style)

(Funky child) (Funky style)

(Funky child) (Funky style)

(Funky child) (Funky style)

(Funky child) (Funky style)

Well um, back up baby, here come the
We're hit we dry crawl and hit rock 'n' roller
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no by the Pendulum
Just?, so is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the
on the mix and now the Lords have a hit like POW
Now it's to get buckwild
And watch my funky brothers the underground
In a second, or minute, in no flat
(Flatline noise) it back
And go grab the album to the Lords money
Take it to mom to say "Ain't they funky?"

We gone psycho and everbody they did was styles
They didn't affect me, I "So what?" I kept on writing rhymes
I keep my funky perfected so no one can stop my flow
I no man, cause if it's on fool, then it's on (And it's on)
Don't worry not for other selling out
As long as Lords of the Underground underground
The brothers of LOTUG keep the lyrical fitness
Don't worry me selling out, mind your business
You say "Damn, Mr. Funkee's throwing out"
But if you listen to the words then know what I'm about
Any props you are the props that you earn
I'm off till the funky child