Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho

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

Born with the from the womb of Brenda
See I likes the but you used to dig The Spinners
First with the style from the canal
And now I got the flav to make the crowd go
Do dig it (screams) Ooh watch me it
I'm taking no unless this ?girl from my midget?
I packs the piece more than chicken packed
I'm nearly knocking boots, but if not knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh the baby
Smacked on the ass now the Doitall's
No rattles or playpens, the crowds I'm rapping
And yes I do Reruns, as if boy was happening
Now January has birthed the funk one
The D-Day for and yes I'm funk-ay
I got you bobbing to the funky
K-Def let 'em here 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 that's Mr. Funkee
Concieved in the by you warned through disaters
The child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes the black mack is back
Here to kick my style, funky this and funky that
You can work kid you know, you could practice all your
But I still take the show and then I go home with the
Oh my God, funky with the style, Lord have
I hurdle rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Watch me flip the script, let me show you what the do
Make you call me (What?) Uncle (What?) Uncle (Who?)
When I was I used to sing with my sister
Now I the ill styles you have to call me mister
Cooling in the House of Hits, time to
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 come the
We're hit when we dry and hit rock 'n' roller
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no 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 a hit like POW
Now it's time to get
And watch my funky freak the underground
In a second, or minute, in no times
(Flatline noise) Bring it
And go grab the to give the Lords money
it home to mom to say "Ain't they funky?"

We gone psycho and everbody thought did was styles
They didn't me, I said "So what?" I kept on writing rhymes
I my funky style 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 will the lyrical fitness
Don't worry about me selling out, your business
You say "Damn, Mr. Funkee's throwing out"
But if you to the words then you'll know what I'm about
Any props you receive are the props you earn
I'm off the funky child returns