Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

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

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

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

'Cause you ain't jack shit, not even a
A nickel and penny, a one dollar
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 gonna land and
Straight on brain, the X'll drop rocks

Leave a rapper with mumps and pox
Standin' still and stiff like a
Bloody Kotex and sweat and start
I'm dissin' like Damon on Living Color
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 hard with them hats and all that black on
You're not scarin' the X, yo the wack on
I the mic up and bust like a mack 10
While my DJ go wild, do a

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

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

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

Yo, melody change up, grip on the beat
I come hit hard 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 make you say god damn, Gee's got a jam
To crush a punk and make 'em beg for
Because he's nothin', he touch me

The master has to blast ya faster
You wanna step in my way, then smash ya
You see you're a bit slow, flow's out of sync bro
You rhyme like a weasel, my are cock diesel

So step if you feel cocky
And flip and bash your skull like Rocky
Call you Bullwinkle, snatch your plan
You played out son like Dudley Caveman

Set you down, you can't go far
You kinda 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, it's a chorus
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus
It's a chorus line, it's a line
Yo, Tim Dog, bust your

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

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

I'm dissin' all suckers that wishin'
Rhyme and rhyme with the rhyme, 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 girl in my
You jealous? 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 but I got the gift that come swift
And ain't got time for that

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

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

I think, the is very complicated
I know any place that will accept the track like this
We deal with that stuff, it's too tight

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

Style, rip it up style, catch a it up style
Freestyle, so wild
I got the style you to hear
Who's You better fear

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

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

the Exorcist
I rappers 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 and prove
Fans and performers I amuse
To teach and reach, anyone or

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