Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

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

[Kool
I keep stamina, for a that's rocketable
For you wack MC's, jocketable
the notes and quotes, analysis
Home pissed as I you obedients
But my rhymes you like a switch
to a small
I wax all of you, and leave ears to ache
You need Excedrin, Anacin,
And for your brain, better sin stupid
Now you picked choice
You didn't win now seein my voice
in the flesh, out your radio
No illusions, in stereo
So here we go as I on to you
I knew you but my rhymes go through you
like acid, I burn whole suit off
I'm Heat Miser, and you're
For any date and you wanna square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut hair off
the back the sides the top above brain
your skull, I step to you
cause plastic, my mind is solid steel
I make your domepiece like a windmill
Slow, I it's time to go
I'm not it

Whattup I'm not havin it
I'm the universe about right now

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

[Ced
I a crowd of rappers, I need a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an arena or
Step off, while I on stage
with the rhyme missile, blowin your ass up
For better safety, leave your up
Musically, I'm like lye in your
I drown meters with tons of
You can't it, the funkier I make it
With brick walls, you can't it
Toy boy, you the Noyd
I be a Jetson, smooth like
Blastoff, I pull your out a socket
A twelve gauge with I gotta cock it
I'm deep fryin, chicken who fell off
as a boy scout
And now the sissy, a girl scout
Tryin to rip and and shift style to mines
on the wack-ass
I get unique, write rhymes for your
to shuffle, watch shoes scuffle on down
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 nonsense goin on

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

[Kool
I'm not that average rapper, nobody's
And for the biter, his will
and grow and grow, til he finds out
not a pro-fessionally,
up to par, myself
No comp', I to battle myself
by myself, compete myself
Score myself, on these ass charts
How can a fool say on the top?
Eight rappers, my rhymes stop
lyric bombs, the wack ones drop
like snowflakes, they to cornflakes
My shakes, causin earthquakes in Michigan
parts of New
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 like my son, you obey
certain laws, a major is a
I pull your out, move it with a tractor
power, crushin MC's who try to
talk and mix and change and the lyrics
of a master, I'm Keith, I'm not havin it