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 tryin to get some sleep
(With the piano...) --> Chuck D

What you
I'll go upside goddamn head, man
If you put that goddamn music down, man
(With the funky piano...) --> 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, killin off suckers, me
You're stupid tryin to take me for some MC?
I'm here to tax dollars, raps not
Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin deep
Gats that I'm packin, sucker better put it
I'm slappin dumb girls cause my on hit
But on the tip, kickin that butt
Had too much St. Ides, and throwin it up
Super lyricist, yeah, in fact
I'm sprayin all you faggot MC jacks
Boy, I smack and and pack and stack
To smash all the sucker MC's in a attack
So (What's up?)
Tell these punk fools that ran out of luck
(Hey yo Eiht) up?
(Boy, I think you enough)
Chill, I ain't said shit I call 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 handle
(1-2-3) em smooth through the canvas
It's time to start pumpin, what I'm sayin
Yeah, I got the picture, I commence the

[ VERSE 2: Tha ]
Boy, up, Tha Chill's on the stage
C.M.W. is like a Hub City brigade
no slack to no plack or no punk new jack
Get racked like that because rhymes are wack
So hit me with best shot, and boy, you see
How Tha and the Eiht drop punk MC's
But never due to you suckers that 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, 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 care of
(That's bet, cause is the witness)
A super hype mellow Compton cold lyricist
Like a scary movie suckers play this
In you're a pole caught in thick asphalt
But diss my down posse, yo, I'm the dogs
So just chill as Tha Chill
When it comes to gettin I know all the game
So suckers don't jock me a backstreet junkie
Cause C.M.W.'s cold runnin it, too funky

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