Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

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

Keith]
I stamina, for a beat that's rocketable
For you MC's, it's jocketable
the notes and quotes, analysis
Home as I disrespect you obedients
But my rhymes you like a switch
to a small
I wax all of you, and your ears to ache
You Excedrin, Anacin, medicine
And for your brain, better sin stupid
Now you picked choice
You win now you're seein my voice
in the flesh, out your radio
No illusions, back in
So we go as I step on to you
I never knew you but my go through you
acid, I burn your whole suit off
I'm Miser, and you're Rudolph
For any date and time you wanna off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut your off
the back the the top above your brain
below your skull, I to you
you're plastic, my mind is solid steel
I your domepiece spin like a windmill
Slow, I think it's to go
I'm not it

Whattup I'm not havin it
I'm runnin the universe about now

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

Gee]
I tell a crowd of rappers, I a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an arena or
Step off, while I on stage
with the rhyme missile, cold blowin ass up
For better safety, your mask up
Musically, I'm lye in your face
I drown meters with tons of
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 fryin, chicken MC's who fell off
Recruited as a boy
And now the sissy, becomes a girl
Tryin to rip and lift and style to mines
on the beat
I get unique, write rhymes for your
to shuffle, watch your shoes scuffle on
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 nonsense goin on

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

[Kool
I'm not average rapper, nobody's equal
And for the biter, his will
grow and grow and grow, til he out
not a pro-fessionally,
up to par, with
No comp', I like to battle
by myself, again myself
Score myself, on weak ass charts
How can a fool say on the top?
Eight million rappers, my stop
lyric bombs, the wack ones drop
like snowflakes, turn to cornflakes
My voice shakes, causin in Michigan
of New York
For local rappers, ducks who tryo to
on the avenue, my are international
Covering, smothering
I'm brain bustin, so a Bufferin quick
until your knots start to
and go down, and OK
But like my son, you still
certain laws, a is a factor
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