Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho

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

Born with the funk 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 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 more than chicken packed grease
I'm nearly knocking boots, but if not I'll knock
Wahh! Gaga, ooh the baby
Smacked on the ass now the crazy
No rattles or playpens, the 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 here comes the funky

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

The fifth of the terror, it's the return of Funky
A.K. Anger, but yo Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Concieved in the by you warned through disaters
The funky child was taught to the of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the mack is back
to kick my funky style, funky this and funky that
You can work kid you know, you practice all your life
But I still take the show and then I go home with the
Oh my God, funky with the style, Lord have
I over rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
me flip the script, let me show you what the funk do
Make you call me (What?) Uncle (What?) Uncle (Who?)
When I was younger I used to sing with my
Now I the ill styles you have to call me mister
in the House 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, come the schooler
We're hit when we dry and hit rock 'n' roller
I'm in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just?, so is how I'm killing them
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 the Lords money
Take it home to mom to say "Ain't funky?"

We gone psycho and everbody they did was styles
They didn't affect me, I said "So what?" I kept on 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 selling out
As long as Lords of the stay underground
The brothers of will keep the lyrical fitness
Don't about me selling out, mind your business
You say "Damn, Mr. Funkee's throwing out"
But if you listen to the words then you'll know what I'm
Any props you receive are the that you earn
I'm off the funky child returns