Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

[Keith] Yo whattup Ced? beat is funky
[C.Gee] Word up Kool you know why this beat is funky?
I ain't havin it no other way
[Keith]
[C.Gee] So bust this, yo
I want you to rip this apart, it's on you

[Kool
I stamina, for a beat that's rocketable
For you MC's, it's jocketable
Bite the and quotes, analysis
pissed as I disrespect you obedients
But my rhymes correct you like a
to a mistake
I wax all of you, and leave ears to ache
You need Excedrin, Anacin,
And for brain, what better sin stupid
Now you your choice
You didn't win now you're my voice
in the flesh, step out your
No illusions, back in
So here we go as I on to you
I never knew you but my go through you
like acid, I burn your suit off
I'm Heat Miser, and Rudolph
For any date and you wanna square off
My are clippers, they cut your hair off
the back the sides the top above your
below skull, I step to you
cause you're plastic, my mind is steel
I make your domepiece like a windmill
Slow, I it's time to go
I'm not it

Trev? I'm not havin it
I'm runnin the about right now

[TR
Yeah? Yo Ced Gee, what you got to add to

Gee]
I tell a crowd of rappers, I need a whole
The Kingdome, an arena or
Step off, I walk on stage
with the rhyme missile, blowin your ass up
For better safety, leave your up
Musically, I'm lye in your face
I drown meters with tons of
You can't take it, the funkier I it
With brick walls, you can't it
Toy boy, you beat the
I be a Jetson, like Elroy
Blastoff, I pull your cells out a
A twelve with rhymes I gotta cock it
I'm deep fryin, MC's who fell off
Recruited as a boy
And now the sissy, becomes a girl
to rip and lift and shift style to mines
on the wack-ass
I get unique, write rhymes for feet
to shuffle, watch your shoes scuffle on
to the funky rhythm I give em
Ced Gee on the mic, I'm not it
up, I'm not havin it man
I'm fed up with all this nonsense on

[TR
I see a lot of things gettin out of hand out here
So Keith, get it off your

Keith]
I'm not average rapper, nobody's equal
And for the biter, his will
grow and and grow, til he finds out
not a pro-fessionally,
up to par, myself
No comp', I to battle myself
by myself, compete again
myself, on these weak ass charts
How can a fool say on the top?
Eight rappers, my rhymes stop
with lyric bombs, the ones drop
snowflakes, they turn to cornflakes
My voice shakes, causin in Michigan
of New York
For rappers, ducks who tryo to hawk
on the avenue, my rhymes are
Covering, worldly
I'm brain bustin, so a Bufferin quick
until your knots to heal
and go down, and OK
But my son, you still obey
laws, a major is a factor
I pull skull out, move it with a tractor
Diesel power, MC's who try to
talk and mix and change and the lyrics
of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it