Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1

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

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

(Compton's in the house)
(Yeah)

[ 1: MC Eiht ]
Yeah, killin off suckers, me
stupid tryin to take me for some punk MC?
I'm here to tax dollars, not cheap
Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin four
Gats that I'm packin, sucker put it back
I'm slappin dumb cause my rhymes on hit
But on the smooth tip, that butt
Had too much St. Ides, and throwin it up
lyricist, yeah, cold in fact
I'm sprayin all you faggot fake MC
Boy, I smack and rack and pack and
To smash all the sucker MC's in a war-like
So (What's up?)
Tell these fools that they ran out of luck
(Hey yo Eiht) up?
(Boy, I think you enough)
Chill, I ain't said shit I call a punk's bluff
Put you on to punishment, Eiht is like your
Wanna Sucker, don't bother
Last-place think you can handle this?
(1-2-3) Sock em smooth the canvas
time to start pumpin, know what I'm sayin
Yeah, I got the picture, I the sprayin

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

C.M.W. - is that you,
(Yeah!)
on playin that shit, man
I like shit, man
Woman, cancel 911 call
They ain't anyway, this is Compton
Man, that was gonna sound good in my T-Bird, man