Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1

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

What you
I'll go upside your head, man
If you don't put goddamn music down, man
(With the piano...) --> Chuck D
Woman, 911 to get these niggas 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 me for some punk MC?
I'm to tax dollars, raps not cheap
Compton's Wanted, punk, rollin four deep
Gats that I'm packin, better put it back
I'm slappin dumb girls my rhymes on hit
But on the tip, kickin that 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 smack and and pack and stack
To smash all the MC's in a war-like 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 shit until I call a punk's bluff
Put you on to punishment, is like your father
Wanna Sucker, don't bother
Last-place MC's think you can this?
(1-2-3) Sock em smooth the canvas
It's to start pumpin, know what I'm sayin
Yeah, I got the picture, I commence the

[ 2: Tha Chill ]
Boy, hold up, Tha on the stage
C.M.W. is like a Hub army brigade
Give no slack to no plack or no punk new
Get racked like that because your are wack
So hit me your best shot, and boy, you see
How Tha Chill and the Eiht punk MC's
But credit's never due to you that be fakin it
Call it a jack, but yo, I'm takin it
Your money, your gold, your fortune, and your
So it up, because you got no game
So just let up, I'm fed up
You're talkin trash, punk, just 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 movie suckers play fearin this
In fact you're a pole caught in asphalt
But diss my down posse, yo, I'm droppin the
So chill as Tha Chill explains
When it comes to gettin over I all the game
So suckers don't jock me like a junkie
Cause C.M.W.'s cold runnin it, rhymes too

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