Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

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

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

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

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

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

Leave a rapper mumps and chicken pox
Standin' still and like a mannequin
Bloody Kotex and sweat and panickin'
I'm dissin' rappers like Damon on Color
You my help on the stage? I'm not your mother
Father, son, your pissy cousin

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

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

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

Yeah, my funkiest deep down from the
in the Bronx, this is the funk

Yo, melody change up, grip on the beat
I come correct hit hard a fist fight
I thank God for pavin' the
For writin' these rhymes and rappers I slaid

I'm the rhyme gram as dope as I can and
To you say god damn, Gee's got a hype jam
To a punk and make 'em beg for mercy
Because he's nothin', he touch me

The master has to blast ya faster
You wanna step in my way, then smash ya
You see you're a bit slow, flow's out of sync bro
You like a weasel, my rhymes are cock diesel

So step if you really feel
And flip and bash your skull like Rocky
Call you Bullwinkle, snatch game plan
You played out son like Dudley Captain

Set you down, you can't go far
You rhyme country like some shit out of hee haw
Ced Gee and I'm my wrath

Takin' rappers by one, bustin' that ass
So now you know 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, it's a line
It's a line, it's a chorus line
Yo, Tim Dog, bust rhyme

Yo, man the man himself
The motherfuckin' alien one
Yo up next is Tim Dog
Yo, Dog, eat motherfuckers

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

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

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

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

Why is he jealous, me and my fly ride?
You really really wanna get inside
You wanna but I got the gift that come swift
And ain't got for that bullshit

Pulsate devastate and
Suckers that they're great I just mutilate
Tim Dog, comin' back with the
up shit on the chorus line

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

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

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

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

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

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

the Exorcist
I wrap rappers like my man Bolo
Take out a city Chernobyl
I'm greatly underrated, elevated

To and destroy is how I demonstrate it
To grooves and move to soothe and prove
Fans and performers I amuse
To teach and reach, or anybody

A fan will grab my hand and wants to join the
I got skills and style for each and time
On the chorus