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 from the womb of Brenda
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 watch me it
I'm taking no shorts unless this ?girl my midget?
I packs the piece more than packed grease
I'm nearly boots, but if not I'll 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 to the funky style
K-Def let 'em know comes the funky child

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

The of the terror, it's the return of Funky Kreuger
A.K. Anger, but yo Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
in the fire by you warned through disaters
The funky child was taught to the of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes the black mack is back
Here to kick my funky style, this and funky that
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, have mercy
I over rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Watch me flip the script, let me show you what the do
you call me uncle (What?) Uncle (What?) Uncle (Who?)
When I was younger I to sing with my sister
Now I kick the ill you have to call me mister
Cooling in the House of Hits, time to
in the ways 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, back up baby, here the schooler
hit when we dry crawl and hit rock 'n' roller
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the
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 flat
(Flatline noise) Bring it
And go grab the album to give the money
Take it home to mom to say "Ain't funky?"

We gone psycho and everbody thought did was styles
didn't affect me, I said "So what?" I kept on writing rhymes
I keep my funky style perfected so no one can stop my
I fear no man, if it's on fool, then it's on (And it's on)
worry not for other crews selling out
As long as Lords of the Underground stay
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 words you'll know what I'm about
Any props you are the props that you earn
I'm off till the funky returns