Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1

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

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

(Compton's in the house)
(Yeah)

[ VERSE 1: MC ]
Yeah, off suckers, it's me
You're stupid to take me for some punk MC?
I'm to tax dollars, raps not cheap
Most Wanted, punk, rollin four deep
Gats that I'm packin, sucker put it back
I'm slappin girls cause my rhymes on hit
But on the smooth tip, kickin butt
Had too St. Ides, and started throwin it up
Super lyricist, yeah, in fact
I'm sprayin all you faggot fake MC
Boy, I and rack and pack and stack
To smash all the sucker MC's in a war-like
So (What's up?)
Tell these punk that they ran out of luck
(Hey yo Eiht) up?
(Boy, I think you enough)
Chill, I ain't said until I call a punk's bluff
Put you on to punishment, Eiht is like father
Wanna beg? Sucker, bother
Last-place MC's think you can handle
(1-2-3) Sock em through the canvas
It's time to start pumpin, know what I'm
Yeah, I got the picture, I the sprayin

[ VERSE 2: Tha ]
Boy, hold up, Tha on the stage
C.M.W. is a Hub City army brigade
no slack to no plack or no punk new jack
Get racked like that because your 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
it a jack, but yo, I'm just takin it
Your money, gold, your fortune, and your fame
So hang it up, because you got no
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, Eiht is the witness)
A hype mellow Compton cold chillin lyricist
Like a scary suckers play fearin this
In fact you're a pole caught in 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 don't me like a backstreet junkie
Cause C.M.W.'s cold runnin it, rhymes too

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