Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

Can you funk 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 equipped
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 but not slow snails
I get smooth on daddy and
'Cause I'm the great grandfather
MC in motion, G as in go
Rhymin' on off beat, the X is so defyin'

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

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

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

are crabs, I grab '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 bust a mack 10
While my DJ go wild, do a

'em down, one two, flights of four stairs
This no sample or break from Roy Ayers
I'm just a convict, skippin' the prison
Yo, I'm on the chorus

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

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

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

I'm kickin' the 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 can't me

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

So step if you really cocky
And I'll flip and bash your like Rocky
you Bullwinkle, snatch your game plan
You played out son like Dudley Caveman

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

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

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

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

Comin' at cha a funky rhyme that'll sure nuff 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'

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

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

Steppin' to the bus I'm ridin' in the BM
You see me right by with the fly Latin girl 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 but I got the gift that come swift
And ain't got for that bullshit

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

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

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

Back again, off on a hype track
The man is back again, 'cause it's like
Black, of fact, in death react
Combat, motherfuckers don't want

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

TR, the super like a Czar
In control, by far
like a Benz or a Jaguar
Boss Audi, like 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 wrap rappers like my man named
out a city like Chernobyl
I'm greatly underrated, highly

To and destroy 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 will grab my hand and wants to the party
I got skills and for each and every time
On the chorus