Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

[Keith] Yo whattup This beat is funky
[C.Gee] Word up Kool you know why this beat is funky?
Cause I havin it no other way
Word
[C.Gee] So bust this, yo
I you to rip this beat apart, it's on you

[Kool
I keep stamina, for a beat rocketable
For you wack MC's, jocketable
Bite the notes and quotes,
pissed as I disrespect you obedients
But my correct you like a switch
to a mistake
I wax all of you, and leave ears to ache
You Excedrin, Anacin, medicine
And for your brain, what better sin
Now you picked your
You didn't win now you're seein my
in the flesh, step out your
No illusions, in stereo
So we go as I step on to you
I knew you but my rhymes go through you
like acid, I your whole suit off
I'm Heat Miser, and Rudolph
For any and time you wanna square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut hair off
the back the the top above your brain
below skull, I step to you
cause you're plastic, my is solid steel
I make your domepiece spin a windmill
Slow, I think it's to go
I'm not it

Whattup I'm not havin it
I'm the universe about right now

[TR
Yo Ced Gee, what you got to add to that?

[Ced
I a crowd of rappers, I need a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an arena or
Step off, while I on stage
the rhyme missile, cold blowin your ass up
For better safety, leave mask up
Musically, I'm like lye in your
I drown meters with of bass
You take it, the funkier I make it
brick walls, you can't break it
Toy boy, you the Noyd
I be a Jetson, smooth like
Blastoff, I pull cells out a socket
A twelve gauge rhymes I gotta cock it
I'm fryin, chicken MC's who fell off
as a boy scout
And now the sissy, a girl scout
Tryin to rip and lift and style to mines
on the beat
I get unique, write for your feet
to shuffle, watch your scuffle on down
to the funky rhythm I give em
Ced Gee on the mic, I'm not it
Word up, I'm not it man
I'm fed up with all nonsense goin on

[TR
Yeah I see a lot of things out of hand out here
So Keith, get it off your

[Kool
I'm not that average rapper, equal
And for the biter, his will
and grow and grow, til he finds out
not a pro-fessionally,
up to par, with
No comp', I to battle myself
by myself, compete again
Score myself, on weak ass charts
How can a say he's on the top?
Eight rappers, my rhymes stop
with bombs, the wack ones drop
snowflakes, they turn to cornflakes
My voice shakes, causin in Michigan
of New York
For local rappers, ducks who tryo to
on the avenue, my rhymes are
Covering, smothering
I'm bustin, so take a Bufferin quick
until your start to heal
and go down, and OK
But like my son, you obey
certain laws, a is a factor
I your skull out, move it with a tractor
Diesel power, MC's who try to
talk and mix and and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it