Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1

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

What you
go upside your 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)

[ 1: MC Eiht ]
Yeah, off suckers, it's me
You're stupid tryin to me for some punk MC?
I'm here to tax dollars, not cheap
Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin four
Gats I'm packin, sucker better put it back
I'm slappin dumb girls my rhymes on hit
But on the smooth tip, kickin that
Had too much St. Ides, and started 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 war-like
So (What's up?)
Tell these punk that they ran out of luck
(Hey yo Eiht) up?
(Boy, I you said enough)
Chill, I ain't said shit until I a punk's bluff
Put you on to punishment, is like your father
beg? Sucker, don't bother
Last-place MC's think you can this?
(1-2-3) Sock em smooth the canvas
time to start 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
Give no slack to no plack or no new jack
Get racked like that because rhymes are wack
So hit me with best shot, and boy, you see
How Tha Chill and the Eiht drop MC's
But credit's never due to you suckers be fakin it
Call it a jack, but yo, I'm just it
Your money, gold, your fortune, and your fame
So hang it up, you got no game
So just let up, I'm fed up
You're talkin trash, punk, shut up
it to Tha Chill, yeah, I take care of business
(That's bet, Eiht is the witness)
A super hype mellow Compton cold chillin
Like a scary suckers play fearin this
In fact you're a caught in thick asphalt
But my down posse, yo, I'm droppin the dogs
So just chill as Tha explains
When it to gettin over I know 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 like shit, man
Woman, cancel that 911
ain't comin anyway, this is Compton
Man, that was gonna sound good in my T-Bird, man