Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1

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

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

(Compton's in the house)
(Yeah)

[ 1: MC Eiht ]
Yeah, off suckers, it's me
You're stupid tryin to take me for some MC?
I'm here to tax dollars, raps not
Compton's Most Wanted, punk, four deep
Gats that I'm packin, better put it back
I'm slappin dumb girls cause my 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 sprayin all you faggot 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?)
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 your father
Wanna beg? Sucker, bother
Last-place MC's think you can this?
(1-2-3) em smooth through the canvas
time to start pumpin, know what I'm sayin
Yeah, I got the picture, I the sprayin

[ 2: Tha Chill ]
Boy, up, Tha Chill's on the stage
C.M.W. is like a Hub City army
Give no slack to no plack or no new jack
Get racked like that your rhymes are wack
So hit me with your shot, and boy, you see
How Tha Chill and the Eiht punk 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, your gold, your fortune, and your
So it up, because you got no game
So let up, I'm gettin fed up
talkin trash, punk, just shut up
Leave it to Tha Chill, yeah, I take of business
(That's bet, cause is the witness)
A super hype mellow Compton chillin lyricist
Like a scary movie play fearin this
In fact a pole caught in thick asphalt
But diss my down posse, yo, I'm droppin the
So just as Tha Chill explains
When it comes to gettin 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!)
Keep on playin shit, man
I like shit, man
Woman, cancel that 911
They comin anyway, this is Compton
Man, that shit was gonna good in my T-Bird, man