Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

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

Rappers 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 windows I'm
rhymes and bombs and some cocktails

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

scrubs keep tryin'
You wanna bite a pit? I'll 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

'Cause you ain't jack shit, not even a
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

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

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

'em down, one two, flights of four stairs
This no sample or break from Roy Ayers
I'm a convict, skippin' the prison line
Yo, I'm on the line

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

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

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

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

The metaphor master has to blast ya
You wanna in my way, then I'll smash ya
You see you're a bit slow, your out of sync bro
You rhyme like a weasel, my rhymes are cock

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

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

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

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

Yo, man the man himself
The motherfuckin' alien one
Yo up next 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 blow
is smashin' whippin' ass is a passion
Suckers keep clashin' break 'em like glass and
You shatterin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Style, rip it up style, catch a it up style
Freestyle, so wild
I got the style you want to
Who's next? You fear

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

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

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

To serve and is how I demonstrate it
To keep grooves and move to and prove
Fans and guests 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 and every time
On the chorus