Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1

Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out
(With the piano...) --> Chuck D
Turn that down, man
Don't you I'm tryin to get some sleep here?
(With the piano...) --> Chuck D

What you
I'll go your goddamn head, man
If you don't put that goddamn down, man
(With the funky piano...) --> D
Woman, 911 to get these niggas off this goddamn street
I got to now

(Compton's in the house)
(Yeah)

[ VERSE 1: MC ]
Yeah, killin off suckers, me
You're stupid to take me for some punk MC?
I'm here to tax dollars, raps not
Most Wanted, punk, rollin four deep
Gats that I'm packin, better put it back
I'm slappin dumb girls my rhymes on hit
But on the smooth tip, kickin butt
Had too St. Ides, and started throwin it up
Super lyricist, yeah, cold in
I'm sprayin all you faggot MC jacks
Boy, I smack and rack and pack and
To smash all the sucker in a war-like attack
So (What's up?)
Tell these punk fools that they ran out of
(Hey yo Eiht) up?
(Boy, I you said enough)
Chill, I ain't shit until I call a punk's bluff
Put you on to punishment, Eiht is like father
Wanna beg? Sucker, don't
Last-place MC's think you can handle
(1-2-3) em smooth through the canvas
It's time to pumpin, know what I'm sayin
Yeah, I got the picture, I commence the

[ 2: Tha Chill ]
Boy, hold up, Tha Chill's on the
C.M.W. is like a Hub City army
Give no slack to no or no punk new jack
Get racked like that because your are wack
So hit me with best shot, and boy, you see
How Tha and the Eiht drop punk MC's
But credit's never due to you suckers that be it
Call it a jack, but yo, I'm takin it
Your money, your gold, your fortune, and your
So hang it up, because you got no
So let up, I'm gettin fed up
You're talkin trash, punk, shut up
Leave it to Tha Chill, yeah, I take care of
(That's bet, Eiht is the witness)
A super hype mellow Compton chillin lyricist
Like a scary movie suckers play this
In fact you're a pole caught in thick
But diss my down posse, yo, I'm the dogs
So just chill as Tha explains
When it to gettin over I know all the game
So don't jock me like a backstreet junkie
Cause C.M.W.'s cold runnin it, rhymes too

C.M.W. - is you, man?
(Yeah!)
Keep on that shit, man
I like shit, man
Woman, cancel 911 call
They comin anyway, this is Compton
Man, that was gonna sound good in my T-Bird, man