Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

[Keith] Yo whattup Ced? This beat is
[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 this beat apart, on you

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

Whattup Trev? I'm not it
I'm runnin the universe right now

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

[Ced
I tell a of rappers, I need a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an arena or
Step off, I walk on stage
with the rhyme missile, cold blowin ass up
For better safety, your mask up
Musically, I'm lye in your face
I drown with tons of bass
You can't take it, the funkier I it
With brick walls, you break it
Toy boy, you beat the
I be a Jetson, like Elroy
Blastoff, I pull cells 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, becomes a girl
Tryin to rip and lift and style to mines
on the wack-ass
I get unique, write for your feet
to shuffle, watch your scuffle on down
to the funky that I give em
Ced Gee on the mic, I'm not it
Word up, I'm not it man
I'm fed up with all this goin on

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

[Kool
I'm not that 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, with
No comp', I like to battle
by myself, compete again
Score myself, on these ass charts
How can a fool say he's on the
million rappers, my rhymes stop
with bombs, the wack ones drop
like snowflakes, they to cornflakes
My voice shakes, causin earthquakes in
of New York
For local rappers, ducks who tryo to
on the avenue, my are international
Covering, worldly
I'm brain bustin, so take a quick
until your start to heal
and go down, and OK
But my son, you still obey
certain laws, a is a factor
I pull your out, move it with a tractor
power, crushin MC's who try to
talk and mix and and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it