Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

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

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

You better move quick but not snails
I get on daddy and granddaddy
Why? 'Cause I'm the grandfather
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 your ass like monkies on wild kingdom
And look at birds and bees that come sting
Time after time, rhyme after

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

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

Suckers are crabs, I grab 'em all by the
You think you're hard 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
my DJ go wild, do a backspin'

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

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

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

Yo, melody change up, grip on the 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 crush a punk and 'em beg for mercy
Because he's nothin', he touch me

The metaphor has to blast ya faster
You wanna in my way, then I'll smash ya
You see you're a bit slow, your out of sync bro
You rhyme like a weasel, my rhymes are diesel

So step if you feel cocky
And I'll and bash your skull like Rocky
Call you Bullwinkle, your game plan
You out son like Dudley Captain Caveman

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

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

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

Yo, man the man himself
The motherfuckin' alien one
Yo comin' up is Tim Dog
Yo, Dog, eat them

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 smashin' ass is a passion
Suckers that keep clashin' break 'em glass and
You just

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

I'm dissin' all suckers keep wishin'
Rhyme and with the rhyme, bring another 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' 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, jockin' me and my fly
You really really wanna get inside
You wanna riff but I got the gift that come
And ain't got for that bullshit

Pulsate devastate and
Suckers that think 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 line, it's a chorus line
It's a chorus line, a chorus line
TR, yeah, bust rhyme

I think, the track is complicated
I know 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, 'cause it's like
Black, matter of fact, in react
Combat, motherfuckers don't that

Style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up
Freestyle, so buck
I got the style you want to
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 like my man whose is
Make a move, make you famous
And if you choose to to this
You get to this?

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

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

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