Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

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

[Kool
I keep stamina, for a beat rocketable
For you wack MC's, it's
the notes and quotes, analysis
Home as I disrespect you obedients
But my rhymes correct you a switch
to a mistake
I wax all of you, and leave your to ache
You Excedrin, Anacin, medicine
And for your brain, better sin stupid
Now you picked choice
You didn't win now you're seein my
in the flesh, out your radio
No illusions, in stereo
So we go as I step on to you
I never knew you but my go through you
like acid, I burn whole suit off
I'm Heat Miser, and you're
For any and time you wanna square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut hair off
the back the sides the top above your
your skull, I step to you
cause plastic, my mind is solid steel
I make your domepiece spin a windmill
Slow, I it's time 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?

[Ced
I tell a crowd of rappers, I need a whole
The Kingdome, an or palladium
Step off, while I walk on
the rhyme missile, cold blowin your ass up
For better safety, leave 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, smooth like
Blastoff, I pull your cells out a
A twelve gauge rhymes I gotta cock it
I'm deep fryin, chicken who fell off
as a boy scout
And now the sissy, becomes a scout
to rip and lift and shift style to mines
on the beat
I get unique, rhymes for your feet
to shuffle, watch your shoes on down
to the funky rhythm that I 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 things gettin out of hand out
So Keith, get it off your

[Kool
I'm not that average rapper, nobody's
And for the biter, his beat
and grow and grow, til he finds out
not a pro-fessionally,
up to par, with
No comp', I like to battle
by myself, again myself
Score myself, on these ass charts
How can a fool say on the top?
Eight rappers, my rhymes stop
with bombs, the wack ones drop
like snowflakes, they turn to
My voice shakes, causin in Michigan
of New York
For local rappers, who tryo to hawk
on the avenue, my are international
Covering, smothering
I'm brain bustin, so take a Bufferin
until your start to heal
and go down, and OK
But like my son, you obey
certain laws, a major is a
I pull your skull out, move it a tractor
Diesel power, MC's who try to
and mix and change and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Keith, I'm not havin it