Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

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

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

You better quick but not slow snails
I get smooth on daddy and
Why? 'Cause I'm the 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 your ass like monkies on wild
And look at birds and bees that come them
after time, rhyme after rhyme

'Cause you ain't jack shit, not even a
A nickel and penny, a one bill
How can you break wild and tell brothers to
You ain't the man to move and stop the
No matter how you run hide, gonna land and fall
Straight on your brain, the X'll drop

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

are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen
You think you're hard with them hats and all that 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

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

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

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

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

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

The metaphor has to blast ya faster
You wanna step in my way, then smash ya
You see you're a bit slow, your flow's out of bro
You rhyme like a weasel, my 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 like Dudley Caveman

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

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

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

Yo, man it's the man
The motherfuckin' alien one
Yo up next is Tim Dog
Yo, Dog, eat motherfuckers

Comin' at cha with a funky rhyme that'll sure catch ya
Get fat, get slow, get high, get low but you still can't
Rhythm is whippin' ass is a passion
Suckers that clashin' break 'em like glass and
You shatterin'

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

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' jealous? You shouldn't be
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 gift that come
And ain't got time for bullshit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To serve and destroy is how I it
To keep and move to soothe and prove
Fans and guests performers I
To teach and reach, or anybody

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