Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
Back to ya'll motherfuckaz
Who we got, we got, we got
We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the

'Cause MC's in ninety-five, in ninety-five
in ninety-five that think they rock like
MC's in ninety-five, in ninety-five
in ninety-five that swear they rock live

MC's in ninety-five they need way rehearsin'
write they booty lyrics then they add they little curse in
You're not a hip-hop person
Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit wack versions

I send shit out to all them niggaz from that group
the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop
You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme
'Fore I leave you on the ground up like pine cones

rootin' and tootin' but ain't did no shootin'
While the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a witch
Disaster, cock the rhyme flows to kill
To get me out system takes more than Golden Seal

'Cause I bust so many flows I gotta my shit in columns
While MC's be goin' down Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom
I got 'em, without no watchers
I be housin' niggaz like they put up for adoption

I rock loaded, I never get
But the bullshit my crew stays devoted
While you be bustin' lyrics bout the funs y'all toted
I'll be standin' like a b-boy with both folded

But no excuses, I still get the
When Rico's in the house tryin' to the mic and juice this
So the fuck up like we told you last time
'Cause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five

We can do our thing, up
(We can do our thing)
We can do our thing, up
(We can do our thing)

We can do our thing, up
(We can do our thing)
We can do our thing, up
(We can do our thing)

I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit weights
Reminisce about the we did in forty-eight states
Banned in the rest, but we was on tour who
De La, and Quest, we made the say yes
(Yes)

Now it's like fuck, Room
Move ass out my way, bay bee, bay bee
With all these hoes around clown, why you wanna
Let's have a celebration like Kool and the
I bring it all the way back, like a punk

I rock some spots and call more shots Chick Hearns
The only MC I like is
I was drinkin' Asi Spumante auntie
them lyrics shots from the AKG

When it comes to style and finesse, I'm the
Hit a beat, 'em all retire, flyer
than a jet, like Stet I'm on fire

'Causin' pain like a runaway train you don't
the track, now watch it flow back to the top
I'm the J R O, not J E R U
And you know we came to do, bottoms up

We can do our thing, up
(We can do our thing)

you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in
The advertisement, and that bent
Raise up off the wall, Last Call
Ready for the ruckus, pushin' motherfuckers off the

got a brand new gauge
So Make Room, for the crew with beats
I got a complex I guess I bust best stress
A mess, don't bring shit to the West, 'cause

Uhh, I drama, like Jeffery Dahmer
Choppin' up MC's with mama
Ah-hah, I made a funny with the dozens
The one-est, who busts rhymes for the cousins

Super Nigga's comin' faster than a
Leapin' buildings, wavin' at the children
And don't even trip 'cause the funk don't cease
I'm up out this piece

We can do our thing, up
(We can do our thing)

We can do our thing, up
(We can do our thing)

We can do our thing, up
(We can do our thing)
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