Luyện nghe bài hát Funky on The Fast Tip

"man oh man. the boy done found funky and
Don't know what to do. I you should set it off
now. set it off."

I'm a get paid for the
I care who likes me or who stands behind me
The man to peep off a week so don't
>from to streets I still go one deep
that off the wall bullshit you can have, son
Fuck around, the mic, you catch a bad one
I come and strapped to bust the ill raps
Me take a loss to who? you oughta kill
Back up, slap up, a brother some head room
Hype on the mic, in the bedroom
like me because I'm straight and don't sidestep
I do shit lalaine ain't tried yet
Ask any female, betcha say I'm good
That's why I'm finesse, star of the neighborhood
Yeah, cause I slicker raps
lord finesse, so bow and tip your hat
And make way, I get plenty say
Those who don't like me, I don't a shit anyway
When it comes to lyrics, I always find
To make brothers press the rewind
I'm a get mine, rappers what you do?
you couldn't see me if you wanted to
Get who you want, shit you can the cops
But for now, I'm all my props
I reign terror, clever
I'm cooler than the mack and put together
So chill, try to get ill, dummy
Me get by who? be for real, money
I'm not having it so run and get best groups
You see why they me lord finesse, troop
I eat em like sandwiches, send them in bandages
Give me a mic, I show you what damage is
swift and, deeper than quicksand
I'm out opponents like a hitman
I get the crowd like assorted drug
It's finesse, who the fuck you thought it was?
I lounge and but still can get ill, i'm
Live and real skills beyond skills
I you knew from the get-go
I'm cool as the whole nine, but that mean shit, though
I'm unstoppable, able to a crew
Do the and put my opponents in the hospital
Many can't when I flow and take off
The said to give it up, had to bag and north
Before they get schooled like a
Lord finesse is the man to out for
I got cash, the cuties, the red
Try to mine, fuck around, you get your head flown
I take independently, roll like ten of me
That's why I'm one of the in the industry
I'm dropping on the pavement
Cause my will leave all in amazement
I kick to show many I'm real swift
I got shit that opponents can't with
Even though there's competition, I don't
I dust quick fast in a hurry
I analyze, destroy, and vandalize
Even I must admit, shit, I'm fly
So I don't mind for those trying to get me
But try dissing me, ass will be history
Peace to the brothers and that's behind me
Lord bagging shit for the 90's