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

MC's in ninety-five they need way more
write they 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 send this shit out to all them niggaz from that
With the ninety demo sounding just like Snoop
You better bizzay, your ass up out my zone
I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones

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

I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns
While be goin' down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom
I got 'em, left no watchers
While I be housin' niggaz like put up for adoption

I loaded, I never get promoted
But through the my crew stays devoted
While you be bustin' lyrics the funs y'all niggaz toted
I'll be standin' like a b-boy with arms folded

But no excuses, I still get the
When Rico's in the house tryin' to grab the mic and this
So back the up like we told you last time
'Cause it's the in the house with 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, the homies, hit some 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 the crowd 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 bring it all the way back, like a return

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

When it comes to style and finesse, I'm the
Hit a beat, make 'em all retire,
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 what we to do, bottoms up

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

When you hear screams, that King Tee walked in
The advertisement, and nigga's bent
Raise up off the wall, bitches Call
for the ruckus, pushin' motherfuckers off the stage

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

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

Super Nigga's comin' faster a bullet
over buildings, wavin' at the children
And don't even '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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