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 funky piano...) --> D
Turn shit down, man
Don't you know I'm tryin to get some here?
(With the funky piano...) --> D

What you
I'll go upside your head, man
If you put that 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, off suckers, it's me
You're stupid to take me for some punk MC?
I'm here to tax dollars, not cheap
Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin four
Gats that I'm packin, better put it back
I'm slappin girls cause my rhymes on hit
But on the smooth tip, kickin that
Had too St. Ides, and started throwin it up
Super lyricist, yeah, cold in
I'm sprayin all you fake MC jacks
Boy, I smack and rack and pack and
To all the sucker 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 said shit until I call a punk's bluff
Put you on to punishment, Eiht is like your
Wanna beg? Sucker, bother
Last-place MC's you can handle this?
(1-2-3) em smooth through the canvas
It's time to start pumpin, know what I'm
Yeah, I got the picture, I commence the

[ 2: Tha Chill ]
Boy, hold up, Tha Chill's on the
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 your best shot, and boy, you see
How Tha Chill and the drop punk MC's
But credit's never due to you suckers be fakin it
Call it a jack, but yo, I'm takin it
Your money, gold, your fortune, and your fame
So hang it up, you got no game
So let up, I'm gettin fed up
You're talkin trash, punk, shut up
Leave it to Tha Chill, yeah, I take care of
(That's bet, cause is the witness)
A super mellow Compton cold chillin lyricist
Like a scary movie suckers play fearin
In fact you're a pole in thick asphalt
But diss my down posse, yo, I'm the dogs
So just chill as Tha explains
When it comes to gettin I know all the game
So don't jock me like a backstreet junkie
Cause C.M.W.'s cold runnin it, too funky

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