Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1

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Who's playing all that loud-ass music out there?
(With the piano...) --> Chuck D
Turn shit down, man
Don't you know I'm tryin to get sleep here?
(With the piano...) --> Chuck D

What you
I'll go upside goddamn head, man
If you put that goddamn music down, man
(With the funky piano...) --> D
Woman, call 911 to get these niggas off this street
I got to now

(Compton's in the house)
(Yeah)

[ 1: MC Eiht ]
Yeah, off suckers, it's me
You're tryin to take me for some punk MC?
I'm to tax dollars, raps not cheap
Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin deep
Gats I'm packin, sucker better put it back
I'm slappin girls cause my rhymes on hit
But on the smooth tip, kickin that
Had too much St. Ides, and throwin it up
Super lyricist, yeah, in fact
I'm all you faggot fake MC jacks
Boy, I and rack and pack and stack
To smash all the sucker MC's in a attack
So (What's up?)
Tell these punk fools that ran out of luck
(Hey yo Eiht) up?
(Boy, I you said enough)
Chill, I said shit until 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) Sock em smooth the canvas
It's time to pumpin, know what I'm sayin
Yeah, I got the picture, I commence the

[ 2: Tha Chill ]
Boy, hold up, Tha Chill's on the
C.M.W. is like a Hub City army
no slack to no plack or no punk new jack
Get racked like because your rhymes are wack
So hit me with best shot, and boy, you see
How Tha Chill and the Eiht drop MC's
But never due to you suckers that be fakin it
it a jack, but yo, I'm just takin it
Your money, your gold, your fortune, and your
So hang it up, because you got no
So let up, I'm gettin fed up
You're talkin trash, punk, just up
Leave it to Tha Chill, yeah, I take of business
(That's bet, Eiht is the witness)
A super mellow Compton cold chillin lyricist
Like a movie suckers play fearin this
In you're a pole caught in thick asphalt
But diss my posse, yo, I'm droppin the dogs
So chill as Tha Chill explains
When it comes to over I know all the game
So suckers jock me like a backstreet junkie
Cause C.M.W.'s cold runnin it, too funky

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