Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho

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

Born the funk from the womb of Brenda
See I likes the Lords but you to dig The Spinners
First with the style from the canal
And now I got the to make the crowd go wild
Do dig it (screams) Ooh me kick it
I'm taking no shorts unless ?girl from my midget?
I packs the piece more than packed grease
I'm nearly boots, but if not I'll knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh the baby
Smacked on the ass now the crazy
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 D-Day for and yes I'm funk-ay
I got you to the funky style
let 'em know here comes the funky child

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

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

(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 the schooler
We're hit we dry crawl and hit rock 'n' roller
I'm caught in the swinging, no ties by the Pendulum
Just?, so this is how I'm killing
K is on the M.P., is on the Technique
Marley's on the mix and now the Lords have a hit POW
Now it's time to get
And watch my funky freak the underground
In a second, or minute, in no flat
(Flatline noise) Bring it
And go grab the album to give the money
it home to mom to say "Ain't they funky?"

We psycho and everbody thought they did was styles
They didn't affect me, I "So what?" I kept on writing rhymes
I keep my funky style perfected so no one can 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 crews out
As long as Lords of the Underground underground
The brothers of LOTUG will the lyrical fitness
Don't about me selling out, mind your business
You might say "Damn, Mr. Funkee's out"
But if you listen to the words then know what I'm about
Any props you receive are the that you earn
I'm off the funky child returns