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 for a firm set of action
MC's beware, the club windows I'm
Throwin' rhymes and and some cocktails

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

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

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

Leave a with mumps and chicken pox
Standin' and stiff like a mannequin
Bloody Kotex and sweat and panickin'
I'm dissin' like Damon on Living Color
You need my help on the I'm not your 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 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 line
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 line, it's a chorus line
Flipmaster, your rhyme

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

Yo, change up, grip on the beat right
I come correct hit hard like a fight
I God for pavin' the ways
For writin' 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 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 flow's out of bro
You rhyme like a weasel, my rhymes are cock

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

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

rappers by one, cold bustin' that ass
So now you know exactly the time
I'm cold illin' on the new 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
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 funky rhyme that'll 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 clashin' 'em like glass and
You just

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

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

to the bus while I'm ridin' in the BM
You see me jettin' by with the fly Latin girl in my ride
You jealous? You shouldn't 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 come swift
And ain't got for that bullshit

devastate and innovate
Suckers think they're great I just mutilate
Tim Dog, back with the rhyme
Fuckin' up shit on the line

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

I think, the track is very
I don't 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, of fact, in death react
Combat, don't want that

Style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up
Freestyle, so buck
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 or a Jaguar
Boss your Audi, like Gotti

So my man whose name is
Make a move, I'll make you
And if you choose to 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 serve and is how I demonstrate it
To keep and move to soothe and prove
and guests performers I amuse
To and reach, anyone or anybody

A fan will grab my hand and to join the party
I got skills and style for each and every
On the chorus