Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

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

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

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

Super scrubs tryin'
You wanna bite a pit? I'll be the lion
chew your ass like monkies on wild kingdom
And look at birds and bees 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 break wild and tell 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 your brain, the X'll rocks

Leave a with 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 need my help on the stage? I'm not your
Father, son, pissy little cousin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Takin' rappers by one, cold bustin' 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 line
It's a line, it's a chorus line
a chorus line, it's a chorus line
Yo, Tim Dog, your rhyme

Yo, man the man himself
The illegal alien one
Yo comin' up is Tim Dog
Yo, Dog, eat them

Comin' at cha with a funky rhyme that'll sure nuff ya
Get fat, get slow, get high, get low but you still can't
Rhythm is smashin' ass is a passion
Suckers that keep clashin' break 'em like and
You shatterin'

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

I'm dissin' all suckers that wishin'
Rhyme and rhyme with the rhyme, bring another
Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let mother rhyme
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 in my ride
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 wanna get inside
You wanna riff but I got the that come swift
And ain't got time for bullshit

devastate and innovate
Suckers that think they're great I mutilate
Tim Dog, back with the rhyme
Fuckin' up on the chorus line

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

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

again, comin' off on a hype track
The man is again, 'cause 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 style you want to
Who's next? You better

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

So my man whose name is
Make a move, make you famous
And if you choose to to this
You get to this?

Remember the
I wrap rappers my man named Bolo
Take out a like Chernobyl
I'm greatly underrated, highly

To serve and destroy is how I it
To keep grooves and move to and prove
Fans and performers I amuse
To teach and reach, anyone or

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