Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

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

[Kool
I keep stamina, for a that's rocketable
For you wack MC's, it's
the notes and quotes, analysis
Home pissed as I disrespect you
But my rhymes you like a switch
to a mistake
I wax all of you, and your ears to ache
You Excedrin, Anacin, medicine
And for your brain, better sin stupid
Now you picked choice
You didn't win now you're 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 whole suit off
I'm Miser, and you're Rudolph
For any and time you wanna square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut your off
the back the sides the top above brain
below your skull, I to you
cause you're plastic, my mind is steel
I make your spin like a windmill
Slow, I it's time to go
I'm not it

Whattup 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 a crowd of rappers, I need a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an or palladium
Step off, while I on stage
with the rhyme missile, blowin your ass up
For better safety, your mask up
Musically, I'm lye in your face
I drown meters tons of bass
You can't take it, the I make it
With walls, you can't break it
Toy boy, you the Noyd
I be a Jetson, like Elroy
Blastoff, I pull your cells out a
A twelve gauge with I gotta cock it
I'm fryin, chicken MC's who fell off
Recruited as a boy
And now the sissy, becomes a girl
Tryin to rip and lift and shift to mines
on the beat
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 that rapper, nobody's equal
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 again
myself, on these weak ass charts
How can a fool say he's on the
Eight rappers, my rhymes stop
with bombs, the wack ones drop
like snowflakes, they to cornflakes
My shakes, causin earthquakes in Michigan
of New York
For local rappers, who tryo to hawk
on the avenue, my rhymes are
Covering, worldly
I'm brain bustin, so take a Bufferin
your knots start to heal
and go down, and OK
But my son, you still obey
certain laws, a is a factor
I pull your skull out, move it a tractor
Diesel power, MC's who try to
talk and mix and change and bite the
of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it