Luyện nghe bài hát Touch The Ceiling

Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the up
Steady flowin rhymes, drop 'heavy' like that funk'
Niggaroe, westcoast kid, the new sound
Never fake, I be real, so what you gonna do
Battle? I don't think so, look, I got noose tugged
Did ya, now standin there, daisy your dukes up
Who's up next to watch me get loose, bruise necks
And who stink
Then go out like a link
I'm the brink of the up
Sink and me go up
Another level, let the boom
As the treble up
My too rough
I'm too
I'm gifted, ovin the
I make em get up, then I get
It's the sound of the new kid stupid
I know stinks, so I don't mind if you loop it
Oops, almost went pop, now like that deserves a grammy
It's the (bonafied funk for fanny)

So to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the
and touch the ceiling
Move to the funk for your fanny
And if you got the
Jump and the ceiling

Well, the king of the hill's back, blew up like a
Got a leash and I go in and out of style like your
Bottoms, say shit real like I'm nuts over midgets
Pitch, then make my mic a strike like a picket
Not really into baseball, but I'm an
act a fool
Breakin like a rule
I'm cool, mostly
Kick it my people
But if I go
You can and do the same
Thing, I gotta
La-la, if you got that
me, get wreck
I make you bounce like a
Mic-check, 1-2
and watch me run through
A crew real easy, but that's if I want to
Murder if I want it, stand and watch me this shit
I'm like the mafia, I on makin hits
I which way is up
And stop
I hit rock bottom
That's the
But for now smack the
groove to the
Bonafied for your fanny

So to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the
Jump and touch the
to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the
Jump and touch the

it down, y'all

Well, I'm not a baby, but I got another left to spit out
King of the hill, knock em down they get up
Westcoast kid, got the goods, and can get - ehm
on the mic like this
So pump fist
And hit the ff button on my cassette
sit stunned
Dn't give me no props until I'm
Your mouth's wide open you're hopin
you might be able to be label-
Mates the great niggaroe
I'm just with the king, and you're not it
Lookin for your gift, but I shot it
I wreck shop with hip-hop, so at last it's
Ahmad the (bonafied funk) for your asses
So to the
Bonafied funk for fanny

So groove to the bonafied for your fanny
And if you got the
Jump and the ceiling
Move to the bonafied funk for fanny
And if you got the
Jump and touch the

So groove to the bonafied for your fanny
And if you got the
Jump and touch the
to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the
Jump and touch the

Groove to the bonafied for your fanny
And if you got the
Jump and touch the
Do the freak to the funk for your fanny