Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1

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

What you
go upside your goddamn head, man
If you don't put goddamn 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 tryin to take 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, sucker put it back
I'm slappin dumb girls my rhymes on hit
But on the tip, kickin that butt
Had too St. Ides, and started throwin it up
Super lyricist, yeah, in fact
I'm all you faggot fake MC jacks
Boy, I smack and rack and and stack
To smash all the sucker MC's in a attack
So (What's up?)
these punk fools that they ran out of luck
(Hey yo Eiht) up?
(Boy, I you said enough)
Chill, I ain't said until I call a punk's bluff
Put you on to punishment, Eiht is like your
Wanna beg? Sucker, don't
Last-place MC's think you can 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

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

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