Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
Back to drown motherfuckaz
Who we got, we got, we got
We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the

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

MC's in they need way more rehearsin'
They write they booty lyrics then they add little curse in
not a true hip-hop person
Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin' versions

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

You're and tootin' but ain't 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 system takes 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, without no watchers
While I be housin' niggaz they put up for adoption

I rock loaded, I get promoted
But through the bullshit my crew devoted
While you be bustin' lyrics bout the funs niggaz toted
I'll be standin' like a b-boy with both arms

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, the homies, hit some weights
Reminisce about the shows we did in forty-eight
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, Make
Move ass out my way, bay bee, bay bee
all these hoes around clown, why you wanna bang?
Let's have a like Kool and the Gang
I bring it all the way back, a punk return

I some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns
The only MC I like is
I was drinkin' Asi Spumante witcha
Bust lyrics shots from the AKG

it comes to style and finesse, I'm the epitome
Hit a beat, make 'em all retire,
Higher than a jet, like I'm on fire

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

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

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

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

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

Super Nigga's faster than a bullet
Leapin' buildings, wavin' at the children
And don't even trip 'cause the Alkaholiks funk don't
Tash I'm up out 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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