Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

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

[Kool
I keep stamina, for a beat that's
For you wack MC's, jocketable
the notes and quotes, analysis
Home pissed as I disrespect you
But my correct you like a switch
to a small
I wax all of you, and leave ears to ache
You need Excedrin, Anacin,
And for brain, what better sin stupid
Now you your 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
acid, I burn your whole suit off
I'm Heat Miser, and you're
For any date and time you square off
My are clippers, they cut your hair off
the the sides the top above your brain
below skull, I step to you
cause you're plastic, my is solid steel
I make your domepiece spin a windmill
Slow, I think time to go
I'm not it

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

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

Gee]
I tell a of rappers, I need a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an or palladium
Step off, I walk on stage
with the missile, cold blowin your ass up
For better safety, your mask up
Musically, I'm like lye in face
I drown 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, like Elroy
Blastoff, I pull cells out a socket
A twelve gauge with rhymes I gotta it
I'm deep fryin, MC's who fell off
as a boy scout
And now the sissy, a girl scout
Tryin to rip and and shift style to mines
on the wack-ass
I get unique, write rhymes for feet
to shuffle, watch your scuffle on down
to the funky that 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 nonsense goin 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 average rapper, nobody's
And for the biter, his will
grow and 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 fool say on the top?
million rappers, my rhymes stop
with bombs, the wack ones drop
like snowflakes, turn to cornflakes
My shakes, causin earthquakes in Michigan
parts of New
For local rappers, ducks who 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
laws, a major is a factor
I pull your skull out, it with a tractor
power, crushin MC's who try to
talk and mix and change and bite the
of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it