Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
to drown 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
MC's in ninety-five that think rock like
MC's in ninety-five, in ninety-five
MC's in ninety-five swear they rock live

MC's in ninety-five they need way more
They write booty lyrics then they add they little curse in
You're not a true person
Spend a little time your rhymes and quit makin' wack versions

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

You're rootin' and tootin' but did no shootin'
While the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a witch
Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to
To get me out your system more than Golden Seal

I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns
While MC's be down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom
I got 'em, left without no
While I be 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 the funs y'all niggaz toted
I'll be standin' like a with both arms folded

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

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
in the rest, but we was on tour with who
De La, and Quest, we made the say yes
(Yes)

Now it's like fuck, Room
your ass out my way, bay bee, bay bee
With all hoes around clown, why you wanna bang?
Let's have a celebration like and the Gang
I it all the way back, like a punk return

I rock some spots and call more shots than Chick
The only MC I is Amante
I was Asi Spumante witcha auntie
them lyrics shots from the AKG

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

'Causin' pain like a runaway train you stop
Drop the track, now watch it flow to the top
I'm the J R O, not J E R U
And you what 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 nigga's
Raise up off the wall, bitches Call
for the ruckus, pushin' motherfuckers off the stage

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

Uhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery
Choppin' up MC's they mama
Ah-hah, oops I made a with the dozens
The one-est, who busts rough for the cousins

Super comin' faster than a bullet
Leapin' over buildings, wavin' at the
And even trip 'cause the Alkaholiks 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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