Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

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

wanna step on the X, then 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 windows I'm
Throwin' rhymes and and some 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
on off beat, the X is so death defyin'

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

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

Leave a rapper mumps and chicken pox
still and stiff like a mannequin
Bloody and sweat and start panickin'
I'm dissin' like 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 hard with them hats and all that on
You're not scarin' the X, yo the wack on
I the mic up and bust like a mack 10
While my DJ go wild, do a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Set you down, you can't go far
You rhyme kinda like 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 illin' on the new chorus line

It's a chorus line, it's a chorus
It's a line, it's a chorus 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 them

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

Fuck with Tim Dog, well, you know, you're not badder
I'm and thick, you're 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'
and rhyme with the rhyme, bring another rhyme
Get rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your mother rhyme
to the A.M., steppin' to the P.M.

Steppin' to the bus while I'm in the BM
You see me jettin' by with the fly Latin girl in my ride
You gettin' jealous? You be jealous
Let me ask the fellas, hey,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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