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 this, yo Keith
I you to rip this beat apart, it's on you

Keith]
I keep stamina, for a that's rocketable
For you wack MC's, it's
the notes and quotes, analysis
Home pissed as I disrespect you
But my rhymes you like a switch
to a small
I wax all of you, and leave ears to ache
You need Excedrin, Anacin,
And for your brain, what better sin
Now you picked choice
You didn't win now seein my voice
in the flesh, out your radio
No illusions, back in
So here we go as I on to you
I never knew you but my go through you
like acid, I your whole suit off
I'm Miser, and you're Rudolph
For any date and time you wanna off
My rhymes are clippers, cut your hair off
the back the the top above your brain
your skull, I step to you
cause you're plastic, my mind is solid
I make your domepiece spin 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
Yo Ced Gee, what you got to add to that?

[Ced
I a crowd of rappers, I need a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an or palladium
off, while I walk on stage
with the missile, cold blowin your ass up
For better safety, leave mask up
Musically, I'm like lye in your
I meters with tons of bass
You can't it, the funkier I make it
brick walls, you can't break it
Toy boy, you the Noyd
I be a Jetson, smooth Elroy
Blastoff, I your cells out a socket
A twelve gauge rhymes I gotta cock it
I'm fryin, chicken MC's who fell off
as a boy scout
And now the sissy, becomes a scout
Tryin to rip and lift and shift to mines
on the wack-ass
I get unique, write rhymes for your
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 nonsense goin on

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

Keith]
I'm not that 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, with
No comp', I to battle myself
by myself, compete again
myself, on these weak ass charts
How can a fool say on the top?
Eight million rappers, my stop
with lyric bombs, the ones drop
snowflakes, they turn to cornflakes
My shakes, causin earthquakes in Michigan
parts of New
For local rappers, who tryo to hawk
on the avenue, my are international
Covering, worldly
I'm brain bustin, so take a quick
until your knots to heal
and go down, and OK
But my son, you still obey
certain laws, a major is a
I your skull out, move it with a tractor
Diesel power, MC's who try to
talk and mix and and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it