Luyện nghe bài hát Chorus Line Pt. 2

Can you funk it?
Can you funk it?
Can you with it?

Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to
I got the mic in my and well equipped
Usin' my for a firm set of action
MC's beware, the windows I'm bashin'
rhymes and bombs and some cocktails

You better quick but not slow snails
I get smooth on and granddaddy
Why? 'Cause I'm the grandfather
MC in motion, G as in go
on off beat, the X is so death defyin'

Super keep tryin'
You wanna bite like a pit? be the lion
I'll your ass like monkies on wild kingdom
And look at birds and that come sting them
Time after time, rhyme rhyme

'Cause you ain't jack shit, not a dime
A and penny, a one dollar bill
How can you wild and tell brothers to chill?
You the man to move and stop the cannonball
No matter how you run hide, it's gonna and fall
Straight on brain, the X'll drop rocks

Leave a with mumps and chicken pox
still and stiff like a mannequin
Bloody Kotex and sweat and start
I'm dissin' rappers like on Living Color
You need my on the stage? I'm not your mother
Father, son, your pissy cousin

are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen
You think you're hard with them hats and all black on
You're not the X, yo bring the wack on
I load the mic up and bust a mack 10
While my DJ go wild, do a

Kick 'em down, one two, of four stairs
This ain't no sample or from Roy Ayers
I'm a convict, skippin' the prison line
Yo, I'm on the line

It's a chorus line, a chorus line
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus
a chorus line, it's a chorus line
Flipmaster, bust your

Yeah, my funkiest deep down the underground
Down in the Bronx, is the funk

Yo, melody change up, grip on the beat
I come correct hit hard a fist fight
I thank God for the ways
For writin' these dope and rappers I slaid

I'm the rhyme gram as dope as I can and
To make you say god damn, got a hype jam
To crush a punk and make 'em beg for
he's nothin', he can't touch me

The metaphor master has to ya faster
You step in my way, then I'll smash ya
You see you're a bit slow, flow's out of sync bro
You like a weasel, my rhymes are cock diesel

So step if you feel cocky
And flip and bash your skull like Rocky
Call you Bullwinkle, snatch your game
You played out son like Dudley Captain

Set you down, you can't go far
You rhyme kinda like some shit out of hee haw
Ced Gee and I'm flexin' my

rappers by one, cold bustin' that ass
So now you know what's the time
I'm cold illin' on the new chorus

It's a chorus line, a chorus line
a chorus line, it's a chorus line
It's a line, it's a chorus line
Yo, Tim Dog, your rhyme

Yo, man the man himself
The motherfuckin' illegal one
Yo up next is Tim Dog
Yo, Dog, eat them

Comin' at cha with a funky rhyme sure nuff catch ya
Get fat, get slow, get high, get low but you can't blow
is smashin' whippin' ass is a passion
Suckers that keep break 'em like glass and
You shatterin'

Fuck with Tim Dog, well, you know, you're not than
I'm rich and thick, cup of noodles
My rhymes are hardcore when you're like doo doo
back, ease back and just listen

I'm dissin' all suckers that keep
Rhyme and rhyme with the rhyme, another rhyme
Get rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your mother rhyme
Steppin' to the A.M., to the P.M.

to the bus while I'm ridin' in the BM
You see me jettin' by with the fly Latin girl in my ride
You gettin' jealous? You shouldn't be
Let me ask the fellas, hey,

Why is he jealous, me and my fly ride?
You really really really wanna get
You riff but I got the gift that come swift
And ain't got for that bullshit

devastate and innovate
Suckers that they're great I just mutilate
Tim Dog, comin' back the rhyme
up shit on the chorus line

It's a line, it's a chorus line
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus
TR, yeah, bust rhyme

I think, the track is complicated
I don't any place that will accept the track like this
We can't with that stuff, it's too tight

Back again, comin' off on a track
The man is back again, it's like that
Black, matter of fact, in react
Combat, don't want that

Style, rip it up style, a fill it up style
Freestyle, so buck
I got the you want to hear
next? You better fear

TR, the super star a Czar
In control, by far
like a Benz or a Jaguar
Boss your Audi, like John

So my man whose name is
Make a move, make you famous
And if you to step to this
You get next to

the Exorcist
I wrap rappers my man named Bolo
out a city like Chernobyl
I'm underrated, highly elevated

To serve and destroy is how I it
To keep grooves and to soothe and prove
Fans and guests I amuse
To teach and reach, anyone or

A fan will grab my hand and to join the party
I got skills and for each and every time
On the chorus