Luyện nghe bài hát Touch The Ceiling

Dig it, if you got the feeling, jump and rip the roof up
Steady flowin rhymes, drop like that 'blue funk'
Niggaroe, westcoast kid, with the new
Never fake, I be real, so what you do now?
Battle? I don't 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, bruise necks
And niggas who
Then go out like a link
I'm the of the blow up
and watch me go up
Another level, let the bass
As the treble up
My too rough
I'm too
I'm gifted, the crowd
I make em get up, I get down
It's the sound of the new kid gettin
I know shit stinks, so I mind if you loop 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
to the bonafied funk for your fanny
And if you got the
Jump and touch the

Well, the king of the back, blew up like a well
Got a leash and I go in and out of style your bell-
Bottoms, say shit that's like I'm nuts over midgets
Pitch, then make my mic throw a strike like a
Not into baseball, but I'm an all-american
act a fool
Breakin rappers like a
I'm cool, peaceful
Kick it my people
But if I go
You can jump and do the
Thing, I sing
La-la, if you got that
me, get wreck
I you bounce like a check
Mic-check, 1-2
Stand and me run through
A real easy, but that's only if I want to
Murder if I want it, stand and watch me flaunt this
I'm like the mafia, I keep on makin
I which way is up
And stop
Till I hit rock
the truth
But for now the roof
groove to the
Bonafied funk for fanny

So groove to the funk for your fanny
And if you got the
Jump and touch the
Move to the bonafied funk for fanny
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
King of the hill, knock em down they get up
kid, they got the goods, and can get - ehm
Busy on the mic like
So pump your
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 you're
That you might be to be label-
Mates with the great
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 with the (bonafied funk) for asses
So to the
Bonafied funk for fanny

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

So groove to the bonafied for your 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

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