Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho

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

Born with the funk from the of Brenda
See I likes the Lords but you to dig The Spinners
First with the from the birth canal
And now I got the to make the crowd go wild
Do dig it (screams) Ooh watch me it
I'm taking no shorts unless this ?girl from my
I packs the piece than chicken packed grease
I'm nearly knocking boots, but if not knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh the baby
on the ass now the Doitall's crazy
No rattles or playpens, the crowds what I'm
And yes I do Reruns, as if boy was happening
Now January 14th has the funk one
The D-Day for Dupree and yes I'm
I got you to the funky style
K-Def let 'em know here comes the funky

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

The of the terror, it's the return of Funky Kreuger
A.K. Anger, but yo that's Mr. Wallbanger
Concieved in the fire by you warned through
The funky child was taught to the ways of the
Mr. Funkee, yes the black mack is back
Here to kick my funky style, funky this and funky
You can work kid you know, you could all your 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 over rappers like Jackie 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 kick the ill styles you have to call me
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)

um, back up baby, here 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 this is how I'm killing
K is on the M.P., is on the Technique
Marley's on the mix and now the have a hit like POW
Now time to get buckwild
And watch my brothers 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 to mom to say "Ain't they funky?"

We gone psycho and everbody they 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 fear no man, if it's on fool, then 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 will 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 then you'll know what I'm about
Any you receive are the props that you earn
I'm off till the funky returns