Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

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

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

You better move quick but not slow
I get smooth on daddy and
Why? I'm the great grandfather
MC in motion, G as in go
Rhymin' on off beat, the X is so defyin'

Super keep tryin'
You wanna bite like a pit? I'll be the
I'll chew your ass like monkies on wild
And at birds and bees that come sting them
after time, rhyme after rhyme

'Cause you ain't jack shit, not a dime
A and penny, a one dollar bill
How can you break 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
Straight on your brain, the X'll drop

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

are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen
You you're hard with them hats and all that black on
not scarin' the X, yo bring the wack on
I the mic up and bust like a mack 10
my DJ go wild, do a backspin'

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

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

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

Yo, melody change up, grip on the right
I correct 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 you say god damn, Gee's got a hype jam
To a punk and make 'em beg for mercy
Because nothin', he can't touch me

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

So step if you really feel
And I'll flip and bash your skull like
you Bullwinkle, snatch your game plan
You out son like Dudley Captain 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

rappers by one, cold bustin' that ass
So now you exactly what's the time
I'm cold illin' on the new 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 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 nuff catch ya
Get fat, get slow, get high, get low but you still can't
Rhythm is smashin' whippin' ass is a
Suckers keep clashin' break 'em like glass and
You just

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

I'm dissin' all suckers that keep
Rhyme and rhyme the rhyme, bring another rhyme
Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your rhyme
to the A.M., steppin' 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 be jealous
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 swift
And ain't got time for that

devastate and innovate
Suckers that think they're great I mutilate
Tim Dog, comin' back with the
up shit on the chorus line

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

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

Back again, off on a hype track
The man is again, 'cause it's like that
Black, of fact, in death react
Combat, motherfuckers want 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 better

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

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

Remember the
I wrap rappers like my man named
Take out a city like
I'm underrated, highly elevated

To and destroy is how I demonstrate it
To keep and move to soothe and prove
Fans and performers I amuse
To and reach, anyone or anybody

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