Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

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

Keith]
I keep stamina, for a beat rocketable
For you MC's, it's jocketable
Bite the notes and quotes,
Home as I disrespect you obedients
But my rhymes correct you like a
to a mistake
I wax all of you, and your ears to ache
You need Excedrin, Anacin,
And for brain, what better sin stupid
Now you picked your
You didn't win now you're my voice
in the flesh, step out radio
No illusions, in stereo
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 date and time you wanna off
My are clippers, they cut your hair off
the back the sides the top above brain
below skull, I step to you
cause you're plastic, my mind is solid
I your domepiece spin like a windmill
Slow, I think it's to go
I'm not it

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

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

Gee]
I tell a crowd of rappers, I need a whole
The Kingdome, an arena or
off, while I walk on stage
with the rhyme missile, cold blowin ass up
For better safety, leave your up
Musically, I'm lye in your face
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, like Elroy
Blastoff, I pull cells out a socket
A twelve gauge with rhymes I cock it
I'm deep fryin, chicken MC's who off
as a boy scout
And now the sissy, becomes a girl
Tryin to rip and lift and shift to mines
on the wack-ass
I get unique, write rhymes for your
to shuffle, watch your scuffle on down
to the funky rhythm that I 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
Yeah I see a lot of things gettin out of hand out
So Keith, get it off your

[Kool
I'm not average 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, with
No comp', I like to myself
by myself, compete again
Score myself, on weak ass charts
How can a say he's on the top?
million rappers, my rhymes stop
with bombs, the wack ones drop
like snowflakes, turn to cornflakes
My voice shakes, causin earthquakes in
of New York
For local rappers, who tryo to hawk
on the avenue, my rhymes are
Covering, worldly
I'm bustin, so take a Bufferin quick
until your knots start to
and go down, and OK
But like my son, you still
certain laws, a major is a
I pull your skull out, move it a tractor
Diesel power, MC's who try to
talk and mix and change and the lyrics
of a master, I'm Keith, I'm not havin it