Luyện nghe bài hát Touch The Ceiling

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

So groove to the bonafied 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 like your bell-
Bottoms, say that's real like I'm nuts over midgets
Pitch, then make my mic throw a like a picket
Not really into baseball, but I'm an
Still act a
Breakin like a rule
I'm cool, mostly
it with my people
But if I go
You can jump and do the
Thing, I sing
La-la, if you got swing
me, get wreck
I make you bounce like a
Mic-check, 1-2
Stand and 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
Till I hit bottom
That's the
But for now the roof
groove to the
Bonafied for your fanny

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

Break it down,

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 your fist
And never hit the ff on my cassette
sit stunned
Dn't give me no props I'm done
Your mouth's wide open cause hopin
That you might be able to be
Mates the great niggaroe
I'm just down with the king, and 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 your

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

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

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