Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

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

[Kool
I stamina, for a beat that's rocketable
For you wack MC's, it's
Bite the notes and quotes,
Home as I disrespect you obedients
But my rhymes correct you a switch
to a mistake
I wax all of you, and leave your 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 radio
No illusions, back in
So here we go as I on to you
I never you but my rhymes go through you
like acid, I burn your whole off
I'm Heat Miser, and Rudolph
For any date and time you wanna off
My are clippers, they cut your hair off
the back the sides the top your brain
below your skull, I to you
cause you're plastic, my is solid steel
I make your spin like a windmill
Slow, I it's time to go
I'm not it

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

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

Gee]
I tell a crowd of rappers, I need a whole
The Kingdome, an or palladium
Step off, I walk on stage
with the rhyme missile, cold your ass up
For safety, leave your mask up
Musically, I'm like lye in your
I drown meters with of bass
You can't take it, the funkier I it
With walls, you can't break it
Toy boy, you beat the
I be a Jetson, smooth like
Blastoff, I your cells out a socket
A twelve gauge with rhymes I cock it
I'm deep fryin, chicken who fell off
Recruited as a boy
And now the sissy, a girl scout
Tryin to rip and lift and shift style to
on the beat
I get unique, write rhymes for feet
to shuffle, watch your scuffle on down
to the funky rhythm that I em
Ced Gee on the mic, I'm not it
Word up, I'm not it man
I'm fed up with all this nonsense on

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

[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 myself
by myself, again myself
Score myself, on weak ass charts
How can a say he's on the top?
Eight million rappers, my stop
with lyric bombs, the wack drop
like snowflakes, they turn to
My voice shakes, 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 take a quick
until your knots start to
and go down, and OK
But my son, you still obey
certain laws, a major is a
I pull your skull out, it with a tractor
Diesel power, MC's who try to
talk and mix and and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it