Luyện nghe bài hát Touch The Ceiling

Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the up
flowin rhymes, drop 'heavy' like that 'blue funk'
Niggaroe, kid, with the new sound
fake, I be real, so what you gonna do now?
Battle? I think so, look, I got your noose tugged
Did ya, now standin there, daisy with dukes up
Who's up next to watch me get loose, then bruise
And who stink
go hang out like a link
I'm the brink of the up
Sink and me go up
Another level, let the boom
As the tunes up
My too style
I'm too
I'm gifted, ovin the
I em get up, then I get down
the sound of the new kid gettin stupid
I know stinks, so I don't mind if you loop it
Oops, almost went pop, now like that deserves a grammy
the (bonafied funk for your fanny)

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

Well, the king of the hill's back, blew up a well
Got a and I go in and out of style like your bell-
Bottoms, say shit that's like I'm nuts over midgets
Pitch, then my mic throw a strike like a picket
Not into baseball, but I'm an all-american
Still act a
Breakin rappers a rule
I'm cool, mostly
Kick it with my
But if I go
You can jump and do the
Thing, I gotta
La-la, if you got that
Follow me, get
I make you like a check
Mic-check, 1-2
Stand and watch me run
A real easy, but that's only if I want to
if I want it, stand and watch me flaunt this shit
I'm like the mafia, I keep on makin
I which way is up
And won't
I hit rock bottom
That's the
But for now smack the
Then to the
Bonafied for your fanny

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

Break it down,

Well, I'm not a baby, but I got another verse to spit out
King of the hill, knock em when they get up
kid, they got the goods, and can get - ehm
Busy on the mic like
So your fist
And never hit the ff on my cassette
Just sit
Dn't give me no props until I'm
Your mouth's wide open you're hopin
That you might be to be label-
Mates with the niggaroe
I'm just down the king, and you're not it
Lookin for gift, but I already shot it
I wreck shop with hip-hop, so at last it's
Ahmad with the (bonafied funk) for your
So to the
funk for your 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 touch the

So to the bonafied funk 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

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