Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

Can you funk it?
Can you with it?
Can you funk it?

wanna step on the X, then go to shit
I got the mic in my hand and well
Usin' my style for a set of action
MC's beware, the club I'm bashin'
Throwin' rhymes and bombs and cocktails

You better move quick but not slow
I get on daddy and granddaddy
Why? 'Cause I'm the grandfather
MC in motion, G as in go
Rhymin' on off beat, the X is so defyin'

Super keep tryin'
You wanna bite like a pit? be the lion
I'll chew ass like monkies on wild kingdom
And look at birds and bees that come them
Time after time, after rhyme

you ain't jack shit, not even a dime
A nickel and penny, a one dollar
How can you wild and tell brothers to chill?
You ain't the man to and stop the cannonball
No matter how you run hide, it's land and fall
Straight on brain, the X'll drop rocks

Leave a rapper with and chicken pox
Standin' still and like a mannequin
Bloody and sweat and start panickin'
I'm rappers like Damon on Living Color
You need my help on the stage? I'm not your
Father, son, pissy little cousin

are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen
You think you're hard with them hats and all that on
You're not scarin' the X, yo bring the on
I the mic up and bust like a mack 10
my DJ go wild, do a backspin'

Kick 'em down, one two, flights of stairs
This ain't no or break from Roy Ayers
I'm just a convict, skippin' the prison
Yo, I'm on the line

a chorus line, it's a chorus line
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus
a chorus line, it's a chorus line
Flipmaster, bust rhyme

Yeah, my funkiest down from the underground
Down in the Bronx, this is the

Yo, melody up, grip on the beat right
I come hit hard like a fist fight
I God for pavin' the ways
For writin' dope rhymes and rappers I slaid

I'm kickin' the rhyme gram as as I can and
To you say god damn, Gee's got a hype jam
To crush a punk and make 'em beg for
Because nothin', he can't touch me

The metaphor has to blast ya faster
You wanna in my way, then I'll smash ya
You see a bit slow, your flow's out of sync bro
You rhyme a weasel, my rhymes are cock diesel

So step if you feel cocky
And I'll flip and bash your skull like
you Bullwinkle, snatch your game plan
You played out son like Dudley Caveman

Set you down, explain you go far
You rhyme kinda country some shit out of hee haw
Ced Gee and I'm flexin' my

rappers by one, cold bustin' that ass
So now you exactly what's the time
I'm cold illin' on the new line

It's a chorus line, it's a chorus
It's a chorus line, a chorus line
a chorus line, it's a chorus line
Yo, Tim Dog, bust your

Yo, man the man himself
The motherfuckin' illegal one
Yo comin' up is Tim Dog
Yo, Dog, eat motherfuckers

Comin' at cha with a funky rhyme that'll sure catch ya
Get fat, get slow, get high, get low but you still blow
is smashin' whippin' ass is a passion
Suckers that keep clashin' break 'em glass and
You shatterin'

Fuck with Tim Dog, well, you know, you're not than
I'm and thick, you're cup of noodles
My rhymes are hardcore when you're rubber doo doo
Step back, ease and just listen

I'm dissin' all that keep wishin'
Rhyme and with the rhyme, bring another rhyme
Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your mother
Steppin' to the A.M., to the P.M.

Steppin' to the bus I'm ridin' in the BM
You see me jettin' right by with the fly Latin girl in my
You gettin' jealous? You shouldn't be
Let me ask the fellas, hey,

Why is he jealous, jockin' me and my fly
You really really really get inside
You wanna riff but I got the gift that swift
And got time for that bullshit

Pulsate and innovate
that think they're great I just mutilate
Tim Dog, comin' back the rhyme
up shit on the chorus line

It's a chorus line, a chorus line
It's a chorus line, a chorus line
a chorus line, it's a chorus line
TR, yeah, bust your

I think, the track is very
I don't know any place that will accept the track like
We can't deal with stuff, it's too tight

Back again, comin' off on a track
The man is back again, it's like that
Black, matter of fact, in death
Combat, motherfuckers don't that

Style, rip it up style, catch a it up style
Freestyle, so buck
I got the you want to hear
Who's You better fear

TR, the super star like a
In control, by far
Cruisin' a Benz or a Jaguar
Boss your Audi, John Gotti

So like my man name is
Make a move, I'll you famous
And if you to step to this
You get to this?

Remember the
I wrap rappers like my man named
Take out a city like
I'm greatly underrated, elevated

To serve and is how I demonstrate it
To keep grooves and to soothe and prove
Fans and guests performers I
To teach and reach, or anybody

A fan will my hand and wants to join the party
I got skills and style for each and every
On the line