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 ain't it no other way
[Keith]
[C.Gee] So bust this, yo
I want you to rip this apart, it's on you

Keith]
I keep stamina, for a beat that's
For you wack MC's, it's
the notes and quotes, analysis
Home pissed as I you obedients
But my rhymes correct you like a
to a mistake
I wax all of you, and your ears to ache
You Excedrin, Anacin, medicine
And for your brain, what sin stupid
Now you picked your
You didn't win now seein my voice
in the flesh, out your radio
No illusions, in stereo
So we go as I step on to you
I never knew you but my rhymes go you
acid, I burn your whole suit off
I'm Heat Miser, and Rudolph
For any and time you wanna square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut your off
the back the sides the top your brain
your 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 Trev? I'm not it
I'm runnin the universe right now

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

[Ced
I tell a crowd of rappers, I need a stadium
The Kingdome, an or palladium
off, while I walk on stage
with the rhyme missile, cold your ass up
For safety, leave your mask up
Musically, I'm like lye in your
I drown with tons of bass
You can't take it, the funkier I it
brick walls, you can't break it
Toy boy, you the Noyd
I be a Jetson, smooth Elroy
Blastoff, I pull cells out a socket
A twelve with rhymes I gotta cock it
I'm deep fryin, MC's who fell off
as a boy scout
And now the sissy, becomes a girl
Tryin to rip and lift and shift style to
on the wack-ass
I get unique, rhymes for your feet
to shuffle, your shoes 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 this nonsense on

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

[Kool
I'm not that rapper, nobody's equal
And for the biter, his will
grow and grow and grow, til he out
not a pro-fessionally,
up to par, with
No comp', I like to battle
by myself, compete again
myself, on these weak ass charts
How can a fool say on the top?
Eight million rappers, my rhymes
lyric bombs, the wack ones drop
like snowflakes, they to cornflakes
My voice shakes, causin in Michigan
parts of New
For local rappers, ducks who to hawk
on the avenue, my are international
Covering, worldly
I'm brain bustin, so take a quick
until your knots start to
and go down, and OK
But my son, you still obey
laws, a major is a factor
I pull skull out, move it with a tractor
power, crushin MC's who try to
talk and mix and and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it