Luyện nghe bài hát Funk Radio

Yeah, smooth in the
Yo, whassup, man, up?
What's goin' on man, what's

Yo, whassup? is the one, Rhythm X, X Calibur
One, two, funk plus
(Yeah)
at ya at thirty degrees, Farenheit
(Ha, ha)

The heat is on ears
Right now we gettin'
To get busy on W K R Radio live
(We'll ya)

TR Love
(And Moe on the set)
And we talkin' to y'all from Los
Live on W K R Radio, our own station

See rappers don't know, I snatch a
I a beat, I catch a beat
The Rhythm X roll up, my style critical
Brain connects, computer rhymes get

I walk low and howl no afro
X a bald head like Fidel Castro
in a jam, with the mic and my girlfriend
While two are buggin', sayin', "Keith is my boyfriend"

But I come back though, start the though
Add up some like I'm playin' Nintendo
Now look at the game, I move step in first
Leave 'em all blind for hard times and base

Back to bake 'em more, fizzle and though
But you can't see the sizzle and turn though
the top like a hot 45

Like "Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive, alive"
Yeah, gettin' into business
Rappers get back and do some fitness
jacks, sit ups and push ups

Now pick up your
And come and lift up some weights
Stupid, dumb, standin' still with dead weight
Rappers try to plex, I X
I X and throw 'em another X

X-tra Rhythm flow, X-tra
X-tra hype and dope, Cupid feet
body heat, X-tra brain power
X-tra flow, you soft cauliflower

But I do get swift, change the
If you got the rhymes and Hammer foots to with
Yo, get the dead party jumpin'
Rappers are crazy wack, and ain't sayin'

people are steady, sweaty tired and boring
Let me go on, to and flow on and so on
the mic in my show on

Please the crowd with some super hype stuff
Lyrical metaphor and some of that stuff
Shakin' your up, wakin' your brain up
Confusin' your like a block or Rubik's Cube

Think it, you probably don't understand
With a IQ, a weak brain, my man
So listen up and go on to school
Fool, you ain't

Yeah, comin' live from W K R Funk
With DJ Moe Love, TR
We gon' bring it out by request
For TR funky

Yeah, thanks a lot for that introduction Rhythm X
I it, yeah, the phones are lightin' up crazy
We the 103rd caller to come in
And win them disco pants in the
Now if you ready for some more live stuff
So it is

Some rappers can flow and rock off the jam
hype, continuously 'cause I know I can
Rock off tempo, or even hyper
Just a sniper, pied microphone piper

Smooth rough and ready, hardcore stayin'
In the lane, 'n' roll ready on
Any MC type like had to sound like
Gots to be like, wants to look like, has to act

Now you feel
You know you're Yeah right
Come on, it and then chase it
You can taste it I placed it

in your face with five million lbs of bass
Boomin' systems ads can't
In fact all the rhythm is packed on
of thunder? Not likely

Fact or fiction, while I got you
You ain't ready, boy, I caught you
And for a dope style
Combine to watch our freestyle, from the penile

Buck wild, runnin' wild the golden mic
I'm like a flash, you see
Then you sight of the master TR, plan in hand
Destroyin' a foe not in demand

So act now and for the now
There's no doubt in my mind, be rap now
Come on, man,

Yo, MC's, you say comin' back?
Huh, yo, you Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,