Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

[Keith] Yo Ced? This beat is funky
[C.Gee] Word up Kool you know why this beat is funky?
Cause I havin it no other way
Word
[C.Gee] So bust this, yo
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 small
I wax all of you, and leave ears to ache
You Excedrin, Anacin, medicine
And for your brain, what better sin
Now you your choice
You didn't win now you're seein my
in the flesh, out your radio
No illusions, in stereo
So we go as I step on to you
I knew you but my rhymes go through you
like acid, I burn your whole off
I'm Heat Miser, and you're
For any date and time you square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut 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 your domepiece spin like a windmill
Slow, I think time to go
I'm not it

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

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

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

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

Keith]
I'm not that average rapper, nobody's
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 to battle myself
by myself, again myself
Score myself, on these ass charts
How can a fool say on the top?
million rappers, my rhymes stop
with lyric bombs, the wack ones
snowflakes, they turn to cornflakes
My voice shakes, earthquakes in Michigan
parts of New
For local rappers, who tryo to hawk
on the avenue, my rhymes are
Covering, smothering
I'm brain bustin, so take a quick
until your knots start to
and go down, and OK
But like my son, you obey
certain laws, a major is a
I pull your skull out, it with a tractor
Diesel power, crushin who try to
and mix and change and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it