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 funk from the womb of
See I likes the Lords but you to dig The Spinners
First the style from the birth canal
And now I got the flav to make the go wild
Do dig it (screams) Ooh me kick it
I'm taking no shorts unless ?girl from my midget?
I the piece more than chicken packed grease
I'm nearly knocking boots, but if not knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh cries the
Smacked on the ass now the Doitall's
No rattles or playpens, the crowds I'm rapping
And yes I do Reruns, as if this boy was
Now January 14th has birthed the one
The D-Day for and yes I'm funk-ay
I got you to the funky style
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, the return of Funky Kreuger
A.K. Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee
Concieved in the fire by you warned disaters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the mack is back
Here to kick my style, funky this and funky that
You can work kid you know, you could practice all life
But I still take the show and then I go with the wife
Oh my God, funky with the style, Lord mercy
I hurdle rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Watch me flip the script, let me show you the funk do
Make you me uncle (What?) Uncle (What?) Uncle (Who?)
When I was younger I used to sing my sister
Now I kick the ill styles you to call me mister
Cooling in the of Hits, time to buckwild
Raised in the of the funky 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, up baby, here come the schooler
We're hit when we dry crawl and hit rock 'n'
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
Marley's on the mix and now the Lords a hit like POW
Now it's time to get
And watch my funky brothers the underground
In a second, or minute, in no times
(Flatline noise) it back
And go grab the album to the Lords money
Take it home to mom to say "Ain't funky?"

We gone and everbody thought they did was styles
didn't affect me, I said "So what?" I kept on writing rhymes
I keep my funky perfected so no one can stop my flow
I fear no man, cause if it's on fool, it's on (And it's on)
Don't not for other crews selling out
As as Lords of the Underground stay underground
The brothers of LOTUG keep the lyrical fitness
Don't worry about me selling out, mind 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 props you earn
I'm off till the funky child