Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

[Keith] Yo whattup Ced? This beat is
[C.Gee] up Kool Keith you know why this beat is funky?
Cause I havin it no other way
Word
[C.Gee] So bust this, yo
I want you to rip this apart, it's on you

Keith]
I keep stamina, for a beat rocketable
For you MC's, it's jocketable
Bite the and quotes, analysis
Home as I disrespect you obedients
But my rhymes you like a switch
to a mistake
I wax all of you, and leave your ears to
You Excedrin, Anacin, medicine
And for your brain, what sin stupid
Now you picked your
You didn't win now seein my voice
in the flesh, step out radio
No illusions, in stereo
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
your skull, I step to you
cause you're plastic, my mind is solid
I make your domepiece spin like a
Slow, I it's time to go
I'm not it

Trev? 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 tell a crowd of rappers, I need a stadium
The Kingdome, an or palladium
off, while I walk on stage
with the rhyme missile, cold blowin ass up
For better safety, leave your up
Musically, I'm like lye in your
I meters with tons of bass
You take it, the funkier I make it
With brick walls, you break 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, MC's who fell off
as a boy scout
And now the sissy, becomes a scout
Tryin to rip and and shift style to mines
on the wack-ass
I get unique, write for your feet
to shuffle, watch your scuffle on down
to the rhythm 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 this nonsense on

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

Keith]
I'm not that average rapper, equal
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 myself
by myself, compete again
myself, on these weak ass charts
How can a fool say he's on the
million rappers, my rhymes stop
with lyric bombs, the ones drop
like snowflakes, turn to cornflakes
My voice shakes, earthquakes in Michigan
parts of New
For local rappers, ducks who to hawk
on the avenue, my rhymes are
Covering, worldly
I'm bustin, so take a Bufferin quick
until knots start to heal
and go down, and OK
But like my son, you obey
certain laws, a is a factor
I pull your skull out, move it a tractor
power, crushin MC's who try to
talk and mix and and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Keith, I'm not havin it