Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

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

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

You better quick but not slow snails
I get smooth on 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 chew your ass like on wild kingdom
And look at birds and bees that sting them
Time after time, rhyme after

'Cause you ain't jack shit, not a dime
A nickel and penny, a one dollar
How can you break and tell brothers to chill?
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 X'll drop

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

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

Kick 'em down, one two, flights of four
This ain't no sample or break Roy Ayers
I'm a convict, skippin' the prison line
Yo, I'm on the 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
Flipmaster, bust rhyme

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

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

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

The metaphor master has to blast ya
You wanna in my way, then I'll smash ya
You see a bit slow, your 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, your game plan
You played out son like Dudley Captain

Set you down, explain you go far
You rhyme country 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 exactly what's the
I'm cold illin' on the new chorus

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

Yo, man it's the man
The illegal 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 can't
is smashin' whippin' ass is a passion
Suckers that keep clashin' 'em like glass and
You shatterin'

Fuck with Tim Dog, well, you know, not badder than
I'm and thick, you're cup of noodles
My are hardcore when you're rubber like doo doo
Step back, back 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
Steppin' to the A.M., to the P.M.

to the bus while I'm ridin' in the BM
You see me jettin' right by with the fly Latin in my ride
You gettin' You shouldn't be jealous
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 gift come swift
And ain't got for that bullshit

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

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

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

again, comin' off on a hype track
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 wild
I got the you want to hear
Who's next? You better

TR, the super like a Czar
In control, by far
Cruisin' a Benz or a Jaguar
Boss your Audi, like 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?

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

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

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