Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

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

[Kool
I keep stamina, for a beat that's
For you MC's, it's jocketable
Bite the notes and quotes,
Home as I disrespect you obedients
But my correct you like a switch
to a mistake
I wax all of you, and your ears to ache
You need Excedrin, Anacin,
And for your brain, what sin stupid
Now you your choice
You win now you're seein my voice
in the flesh, step out your
No illusions, in stereo
So we go as I step on to you
I never knew you but my rhymes go you
like acid, I burn your suit off
I'm Heat Miser, and you're
For any date and you wanna square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut your off
the the sides the top above your brain
below skull, I step to you
cause plastic, my mind is solid steel
I make your domepiece spin a windmill
Slow, I think time to go
I'm not it

Whattup Trev? I'm not it
I'm runnin the universe right now

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

[Ced
I a crowd of rappers, I need a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an arena or
Step off, while I walk on
with the rhyme missile, cold blowin ass up
For better safety, leave your up
Musically, I'm like lye in face
I meters with tons of bass
You can't take it, the funkier I it
With walls, you can't break it
Toy boy, you beat the
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, MC's who fell off
Recruited as a boy
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 scuffle on
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 this 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 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, again myself
Score myself, on these ass charts
How can a fool say he's on the
million rappers, my rhymes stop
with bombs, the wack ones drop
like snowflakes, they turn to
My voice shakes, causin earthquakes in
parts of New
For rappers, ducks who tryo to hawk
on the avenue, my are international
Covering, smothering
I'm brain bustin, so take a quick
until your knots start to
and go down, and OK
But my son, you still obey
certain laws, a major is a
I pull your skull out, move it a tractor
Diesel power, crushin who try to
talk and mix and change and bite the
of a master, I'm Keith, I'm not havin it