Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho

The year is 1971. Now comes the first of the of Roton
Lords of the Underground witness the birth of the 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 style the birth 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 this ?girl from my midget?
I packs the piece than chicken packed grease
I'm nearly knocking boots, but if not I'll teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh cries the
Smacked on the ass now the crazy
No rattles or playpens, the crowds what I'm
And yes I do Reruns, as if this boy was
Now January 14th has birthed the 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 of Funky Kreuger
A.K. Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee
in the fire by you warned through disaters
The funky child was to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack is
Here to my funky style, funky this and funky that
You can work kid you know, you could practice all your
But I still take the and then I go home with the wife
Oh my God, with the style, Lord have mercy
I over rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Watch me flip the script, let me you what 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 have to 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, 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 Lords have a hit POW
Now time to get buckwild
And watch my funky brothers the underground
In a second, or minute, in no times
(Flatline noise) Bring it
And go grab the album to the Lords money
it home to mom to say "Ain't they funky?"

We psycho and everbody thought they did was styles
didn't affect me, I said "So what?" I kept on writing rhymes
I keep my funky style so no one can stop my flow
I fear no man, cause if it's on fool, then on (And it's on)
worry not for other crews selling out
As long as Lords of the Underground stay
The of LOTUG will keep the lyrical fitness
Don't worry about me selling out, mind your
You might say "Damn, Mr. Funkee's out"
But if you to the words then you'll know what I'm about
Any props you receive are the that you earn
I'm off the funky child returns