Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

Can you funk 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 style for a firm set of
beware, the club windows I'm bashin'
Throwin' rhymes and bombs and cocktails

You better move but not slow snails
I get smooth on and granddaddy
Why? 'Cause I'm the grandfather
MC in motion, G as in go
Rhymin' on off beat, the X is so death

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

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

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

Suckers are crabs, I 'em all by the dozen
You think you're hard with hats and all that black 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
ain't no sample or break from Roy Ayers
I'm just a convict, skippin' the line
Yo, I'm on the chorus

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
Flipmaster, bust your

Yeah, my deep down from the underground
in the Bronx, this is the funk

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

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

The metaphor master has to blast ya
You wanna step in my way, 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 skull Rocky
Call you Bullwinkle, snatch your game
You played out son like Captain Caveman

Set you down, explain you go far
You rhyme kinda country like shit out of hee haw
Ced Gee and I'm flexin' my

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

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

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

Fuck 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 with the rhyme, bring another rhyme
Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your mother
to the A.M., steppin' to the P.M.

Steppin' to the bus while I'm in the BM
You see me right 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 wanna get inside
You wanna riff but I got the gift that come
And ain't got time for bullshit

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

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, your rhyme

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

Back again, comin' off on a hype
The man is back again, 'cause it's like
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 next? You fear

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

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

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

To and destroy is how I demonstrate it
To keep grooves and to soothe and prove
Fans and guests performers I
To teach and reach, anyone or

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