Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

[Keith] Yo whattup Ced? This 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 bust this, yo
I want you to rip this apart, it's on you

Keith]
I stamina, for a beat that's rocketable
For you wack MC's, it's
Bite the notes and quotes,
pissed as I disrespect you obedients
But my correct you like a switch
to a small
I wax all of you, and leave your to ache
You need Excedrin, Anacin,
And for your brain, better sin stupid
Now you picked your
You didn't win now you're my voice
in the flesh, step out your
No illusions, back in
So we go as I step 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 and time you wanna square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut your off
the back the sides the top above your
below your skull, I to you
cause you're plastic, my mind is solid
I make domepiece spin like a windmill
Slow, I it's time to go
I'm not it

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

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

Gee]
I tell a of rappers, I need a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an or palladium
Step off, I walk on stage
with the rhyme missile, cold blowin ass up
For better safety, leave your up
Musically, I'm like lye in face
I drown meters with of bass
You take it, the funkier I make it
With brick walls, you break it
Toy boy, you the Noyd
I be a Jetson, smooth like
Blastoff, I pull your out a socket
A twelve gauge rhymes I gotta cock it
I'm deep fryin, chicken MC's who off
as a boy scout
And now the sissy, becomes a girl
Tryin to rip and and shift style to mines
on the wack-ass
I get unique, write for your feet
to shuffle, your shoes scuffle 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
I see a lot of things gettin out of hand out here
So Keith, get it off chest

[Kool
I'm not that average rapper, nobody's
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 like to myself
by myself, again myself
Score myself, on these weak ass
How can a fool say on the top?
Eight rappers, my rhymes stop
lyric bombs, the wack ones drop
like snowflakes, they turn to
My voice shakes, causin earthquakes in
of New York
For rappers, ducks who tryo to hawk
on the avenue, my rhymes are
Covering, worldly
I'm brain bustin, so take a quick
your knots start to heal
and go down, and OK
But like my son, you obey
certain laws, a is a factor
I pull your out, move it with a tractor
Diesel power, crushin who try to
and mix and change and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Keith, I'm not havin it