Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

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

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

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

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

'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 the man to move and stop the cannonball
No how you run hide, it's gonna land and fall
Straight on your brain, the X'll drop

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, melody change up, grip on the beat
I come correct hit hard like a 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 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 has to blast ya faster
You step 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 feel cocky
And I'll flip and bash skull like Rocky
Call you Bullwinkle, snatch game plan
You played out son Dudley Captain Caveman

Set you down, you can't go far
You rhyme kinda 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 what's the
I'm cold illin' on the new chorus

It's a line, it's a chorus line
It's a chorus line, it's a line
It's a chorus line, it's a 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 rhyme that'll sure nuff catch 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 just

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 all suckers that keep wishin'
Rhyme and rhyme with the rhyme, bring rhyme
Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your rhyme
Steppin' to the A.M., to the P.M.

to the bus while I'm ridin' 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 riff but I got the gift that 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, a chorus line
It's a chorus line, a chorus line
It's a line, it's a chorus line
TR, yeah, your rhyme

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

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

Style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up
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' like a Benz or a
Boss your Audi, like John

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

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

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

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