Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1

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

What you
I'll go your goddamn head, man
If you don't put that music down, man
(With the piano...) --> Chuck D
Woman, call 911 to get these niggas off this goddamn
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 to tax dollars, raps not cheap
Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin deep
Gats that I'm packin, better put it back
I'm slappin girls cause my rhymes on hit
But on the tip, kickin that butt
Had too St. Ides, and started throwin it up
lyricist, yeah, cold in fact
I'm sprayin all you faggot fake MC
Boy, I and rack and pack and stack
To smash all the 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
Wanna beg? Sucker, don't
MC's think you can handle this?
(1-2-3) Sock em through the canvas
It's time to pumpin, know what I'm sayin
Yeah, I got the picture, I the sprayin

[ VERSE 2: Tha ]
Boy, hold up, Tha Chill's on the
C.M.W. is like a Hub City army
Give no slack to no plack or no new jack
Get racked like because your rhymes are wack
So hit me with your shot, and boy, you see
How Tha Chill and the Eiht drop punk
But credit's never due to you suckers 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, because you got no
So just let up, I'm fed up
You're talkin trash, punk, shut up
Leave it to Tha Chill, yeah, I take care of
(That's bet, Eiht is the witness)
A super hype mellow Compton cold chillin
Like a movie suckers play fearin this
In fact you're a pole caught in thick
But diss my down posse, yo, I'm droppin the
So just chill as Tha explains
When it comes to over I know all the game
So suckers don't jock me like a junkie
C.M.W.'s cold runnin 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 comin anyway, this is Compton
Man, that shit was gonna sound in my T-Bird, man