Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

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

Keith]
I stamina, for a beat that's rocketable
For you wack MC's, jocketable
the notes and quotes, analysis
Home pissed as I disrespect you
But my rhymes correct you a switch
to a small
I wax all of you, and leave your ears to
You need Excedrin, Anacin,
And for your brain, better sin stupid
Now you your choice
You didn't win now seein my voice
in the flesh, out your 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 your suit off
I'm Heat Miser, and you're
For any date and time you wanna off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut hair off
the back the sides the top above your
your skull, I step to you
cause plastic, my mind is solid steel
I make your domepiece spin a windmill
Slow, I think 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, what you got to add to

[Ced
I a crowd of rappers, I need a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an arena or
off, while I walk on stage
with the rhyme missile, cold your ass up
For better safety, your mask up
Musically, I'm like lye in face
I meters with tons 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, smooth like
Blastoff, I pull your cells out a
A twelve gauge rhymes I gotta cock it
I'm fryin, chicken MC's who fell off
Recruited as a boy
And now the sissy, becomes a scout
Tryin to rip and lift and shift style to
on the beat
I get unique, rhymes for your feet
to shuffle, your shoes scuffle on down
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 goin on

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

[Kool
I'm not that average rapper, equal
And for the biter, his beat
and grow and grow, til he finds out
not a pro-fessionally,
up to par, myself
No comp', I like to battle
by myself, compete myself
Score myself, on these ass charts
How can a say he's on the top?
Eight rappers, my rhymes stop
lyric bombs, the wack ones drop
like snowflakes, they turn to
My shakes, causin earthquakes in Michigan
parts of New
For rappers, ducks who tryo to hawk
on the avenue, my rhymes are
Covering, smothering
I'm brain bustin, so take a quick
your knots start to heal
and go down, and OK
But like my son, you still
certain laws, a is a factor
I your skull 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