Luyện nghe bài hát Touch The Ceiling

Dig it, if you got the feeling, then and rip the roof up
Steady flowin rhymes, drop like that 'blue funk'
Niggaroe, kid, with the new sound
Never fake, I be real, so you gonna do now?
Battle? I think so, look, I got your noose tugged
Did ya, now there, daisy with your dukes up
Who's up next to watch me get loose, then necks
And who stink
go hang out like a link
I'm the of the blow up
Sink and me go up
level, let the bass boom
As the tunes up
My too style
I'm too
I'm gifted, the crowd
I make em get up, then I get
It's the sound of the new kid gettin
I know shit stinks, so I don't mind if you it
Oops, almost pop, now drama like that deserves a grammy
It's the (bonafied for your fanny)

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

Well, the king of the hill's back, blew up like a
Got a and I go in and out of style like your bell-
Bottoms, say shit that's real I'm nuts over midgets
Pitch, then make my mic a strike like a picket
Not really baseball, but I'm an all-american
act a fool
Breakin rappers a rule
I'm cool, mostly
Kick it with my
But if I go
You can and do the same
Thing, I gotta
La-la, if you got swing
Follow me, get
I you bounce like a check
Mic-check, 1-2
and watch me run through
A real easy, but that's only 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 know way is up
And stop
Till I hit bottom
That's the
But for now the roof
Then to the
funk for your fanny

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

it down, y'all

Well, I'm not a baby, but I got verse left to spit out
of the hill, knock em down when they get up
Westcoast kid, got the goods, and can get - ehm
Busy on the mic like
So pump fist
And never hit the ff button on my
sit stunned
Dn't give me no props until I'm
Your mouth's wide open cause you're
you might be able to be label-
Mates with the great
I'm down 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
with the (bonafied funk) for your asses
So to the
Bonafied for your fanny

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

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
and touch the ceiling

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