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 havin it no other way
[Keith]
[C.Gee] So bust this, yo
I want you to rip beat apart, it's on you

Keith]
I stamina, for a beat that's rocketable
For you wack MC's, jocketable
Bite the and quotes, analysis
Home pissed as I you obedients
But my correct you like a switch
to a mistake
I wax all of you, and leave ears to ache
You need Excedrin, Anacin,
And for brain, what better sin stupid
Now you picked choice
You didn't win now seein my voice
in the flesh, out your radio
No illusions, in stereo
So here we go as I on to you
I never knew you but my rhymes go you
acid, I burn your whole suit off
I'm Heat Miser, and Rudolph
For any date and time you square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut your off
the back the sides the top your brain
your skull, I step to you
cause plastic, my mind is solid steel
I make 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 missile, cold blowin your ass up
For better safety, leave your up
Musically, I'm lye in your face
I drown meters tons of bass
You take it, the funkier I make it
brick walls, you can't break it
Toy boy, you beat the
I be a Jetson, like Elroy
Blastoff, I your cells out a socket
A twelve with rhymes I gotta cock it
I'm deep fryin, chicken who fell off
as a boy scout
And now the sissy, a girl scout
to rip and lift and shift style to mines
on the beat
I get unique, write for your feet
to shuffle, watch your shoes on down
to the rhythm that I give 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 gettin out of hand out here
So Keith, get it off your

[Kool
I'm not that average rapper, nobody's
And for the biter, his beat
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 say he's on the top?
million rappers, my rhymes stop
with lyric bombs, the ones drop
like snowflakes, they turn to
My voice shakes, earthquakes in Michigan
parts of New
For local rappers, who tryo to hawk
on the avenue, my are international
Covering, worldly
I'm bustin, so take a Bufferin quick
your knots start to heal
and go down, and OK
But like my son, you obey
certain laws, a major is a
I pull your out, move it with a tractor
power, crushin MC's who try to
talk and mix and change and bite the
of a master, I'm Keith, I'm not havin it