Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

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

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

You better move quick but not snails
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 defyin'

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

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

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

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

Kick 'em down, one two, of four stairs
ain't no sample or break from Roy Ayers
I'm a convict, skippin' the prison line
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, a chorus line
Flipmaster, bust your

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

Yo, melody up, grip on the beat right
I come correct hit like a fist fight
I thank God for the ways
For writin' these dope 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
he's nothin', he can't touch me

The master has to blast ya faster
You wanna in my way, then I'll smash ya
You see you're a bit slow, flow's out of sync 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
Call you Bullwinkle, snatch game plan
You played out son like Dudley Captain

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

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

It's a line, it's a chorus line
It's a chorus line, a chorus line
It's a chorus line, 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 can't blow
is smashin' whippin' ass is a passion
Suckers that keep clashin' 'em like glass and
You just

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

I'm dissin' all that keep wishin'
Rhyme and rhyme with the rhyme, bring rhyme
Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let 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' You shouldn't be jealous
Let me ask the fellas, hey,

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

Pulsate and innovate
Suckers that think great I just mutilate
Tim Dog, comin' back with the
Fuckin' up shit on the chorus

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

I think, the is very 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 hype
The man is back again, it's like that
Black, matter of fact, in death
Combat, motherfuckers don't want

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

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

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

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

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

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