Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1

Who's playing all that loud-ass music out there?
(With the piano...) --> Chuck D
Turn shit down, man
you know I'm tryin to get some sleep here?
(With the funky piano...) --> D

What you
go upside your goddamn head, man
If you don't put goddamn music down, man
(With the funky piano...) --> D
Woman, call 911 to get niggas off this goddamn street
I got to now

(Compton's in the house)
(Yeah)

[ 1: MC Eiht ]
Yeah, killin off suckers, me
You're stupid tryin to me for some punk MC?
I'm here to tax dollars, not cheap
Compton's Wanted, punk, rollin four deep
Gats I'm packin, sucker better put it back
I'm slappin girls cause my rhymes on hit
But on the smooth tip, that butt
Had too much St. Ides, and throwin it up
lyricist, yeah, cold in fact
I'm sprayin all you faggot fake MC
Boy, I smack and and pack and stack
To all the sucker MC's in a war-like attack
So (What's up?)
these punk fools that they ran out of luck
(Hey yo Eiht) up?
(Boy, I think you enough)
Chill, I ain't said shit I call a punk's bluff
Put you on to punishment, Eiht is like your
beg? Sucker, don't bother
Last-place think you can handle this?
(1-2-3) em smooth through the canvas
It's time to pumpin, know what I'm sayin
Yeah, I got the picture, I the sprayin

[ 2: Tha Chill ]
Boy, hold up, Tha on the stage
C.M.W. is like a Hub City army
Give no slack to no plack or no new jack
Get racked like that because your rhymes are
So hit me with your shot, and boy, you see
How Tha and the Eiht drop punk MC's
But never due to you suckers that be fakin it
Call it a jack, but yo, I'm takin it
Your money, your gold, fortune, and your fame
So hang it up, you got no game
So just let up, I'm fed up
talkin trash, punk, just shut up
Leave it to Tha Chill, yeah, I take care of
(That's bet, cause is the witness)
A super hype Compton cold chillin lyricist
Like a scary movie suckers play fearin
In fact you're a caught in thick asphalt
But my down posse, yo, I'm droppin the dogs
So chill as Tha Chill explains
When it comes to gettin over I all the game
So suckers don't jock me like a backstreet
Cause C.M.W.'s cold it, rhymes too funky

C.M.W. - is that you,
(Yeah!)
on playin that shit, man
I that shit, man
Woman, cancel that 911
They ain't comin anyway, is Compton
Man, shit was gonna sound good in my T-Bird, man