Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The Funky Man

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Lord got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, long time, no hear
the funky man, the brother with the same sound
I've been coolin a year and some change now
So over the microphone cause it's my turn
The brother with a fade, half-moon, and sideburns
Nice, dope, and keep the scoping
Say the funky shit and get all the open
So heed that, don't try to yap and me feedback
I'll get in that ass, believe
Can it, I'll steal your show like a
I get papes while you're like mass transit
You're not as smooth as this, so what can you do this
Brothers need to and step with that foolishness
I'm the type to interrupt a
I don't need a phone to out and touch somebody
Gimme a mic, it's just as as one
Leave the party is what you wack MC's have done
y'all starving, I'm living extra large and
I'm swinging shit as if my name was
Yeah, I'm on some old new shit
Got more styles you see in a kung fu flick
Mic the seas, wax off with ease
I'm more deadly a venerial disease
So think twice, those who Imma fall
I'm shining more than a full of Armour All
It's Finesse and I got shit planned
Hot damn, it's the of the funky man

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Brothers get cash, but I get way
In the 90's, I'm getting for
Rhyme and envy, 21st
When asked, 'who's the funkiest?' You better me
I go all out a lot of crews be fronting
I know and they know that they can't do me
I'm smooth and wise, the skills I utilize
Lyrics all advanced you'd think my brain was
So who needs a partner or a
When it comes to funky, I got all that old fly shit
The rough and rugged, the pimp smooth rhyme
I polish off like a shoe shine
be fronting like they on the crazy tip
Trying to hang but they softer baby shit
Fronting like they with they bullshit style
I'll put they ass on trial, pull they card and file
I'm hardcore, but I still the scene pumping
So all that and dancing, that shit don't mean nothing
MC's Lord Finnese lately

Some of them hate me, that they can take me
I'll take on some of them, bring a whole ton of
I'll take em all on and stomp each and one of them
I chill, relax and flaunt my cash
You riff, I'll be quit to stomp that ass
And let you know that you can't get this
Come one come all and get by the quickness
Greater, creator, drop data
If I got served it had to be by a waiter
I lounge in the rest until my song is
I plan to be straight papes in the long run
Cause when it comes to rhymes I you more than you ask for
Bring a task force, I rhyme my fucking ass off
I stand in with the mic in my hand
Aw shit, it's the of the funky man

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Stand back, I'm about to here
Got dissed last year so I kick ass year
Brothers were stressing me, overworking me
(They showed you year)
Yeah, that fits
Cool, cause I'm still fed with them
Who gives a fuck, I'm about 20 steps of them
Now I'm established, feel all embarrassed
I'm with Warner Brothers and my man Gary Harris
Spread the news or should I say
(Finesse is paid!) Thought I when I was
The last label was me, jerking me, fooling me
Now that I'm paid, you what y'all can do for me
I sound funky a lot of labels want me
But I'll be damned to be man's flunky
I can never be a stool pigeon, I'd rather be a pigeon
Fuck the
Cause in the 90's I got more than a little
I'm Lord Finesse and funky is my name
my title and everyone wants mine
It's the brother with the and punchlines
I can still put my all in your ass
I'm smooth and plus smoother than Teddy Pendergrass
It's the man to put in a simile
(He's a technician)
Yeah, remember me
I'm and actual, the man out taxing you
I got and Mike got a scratch or two
So ain't no use to eat us for din-din
Brothers off trying their luck with Win-Ten
To the opposition I'm the man out ya
I dust a off like furniture
So our stand, I foil your plan
Goddamn, it's the return of the man

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