Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

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

[Kool
I stamina, for a beat that's rocketable
For you wack MC's, it's
Bite the 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 your to ache
You Excedrin, Anacin, medicine
And for your brain, what sin stupid
Now you picked 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
like acid, I burn whole suit off
I'm Miser, and you're Rudolph
For any date and time you square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut your off
the back the sides the top above brain
below your skull, I to you
cause you're plastic, my mind is solid
I make your spin like a windmill
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, you got to add to that?

[Ced
I tell a crowd of rappers, I need a stadium
The Kingdome, an or palladium
Step off, while I on stage
the rhyme missile, cold blowin your ass up
For better safety, leave your up
Musically, I'm lye in your face
I drown with tons of bass
You can't take it, the I make it
With brick walls, you break it
Toy boy, you the Noyd
I be a Jetson, like Elroy
Blastoff, I pull your out a socket
A twelve gauge rhymes I gotta cock it
I'm deep fryin, chicken who fell off
Recruited as a boy
And now the sissy, becomes a girl
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 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 out of hand out here
So Keith, get it off your

Keith]
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, myself
No comp', I to battle myself
by myself, compete myself
Score myself, on weak ass charts
How can a fool say on the top?
Eight million rappers, my stop
with lyric bombs, the ones drop
like snowflakes, they to cornflakes
My voice shakes, causin in Michigan
of New York
For local rappers, ducks who to hawk
on the avenue, my are international
Covering, worldly
I'm brain bustin, so take a Bufferin
until knots start to heal
and go down, and OK
But like my son, you still
certain laws, a major is a
I pull your skull out, move it with a
Diesel power, crushin who try to
talk and mix and and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Keith, I'm not havin it