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

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

I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that
the ninety minute demo 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 rootin' and tootin' but did no shootin'
While the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked
Disaster, cock the rhyme flows to kill
To get me out your system more than Golden Seal

'Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my in columns
While MC's be goin' down like Olympiads that slalom,
I got 'em, left no watchers
I be housin' niggaz like they put up for adoption

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

But no excuses, I get the loosest
When Rico's in the house to grab the mic and juice this
So back the fuck up like we told you last
'Cause the Liks 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 up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights
Reminisce the shows 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 these around clown, why you wanna bang?
Let's a celebration like Kool and the Gang
I it all the way back, like a punk return

I rock some spots and more shots than Chick Hearns
The only MC I like is
I was drinkin' Asi witcha auntie
Bust them lyrics shots the AKG

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

'Causin' pain a runaway train you don't stop
Drop the track, now watch it back 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)

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

Teela's got a brand new
So Room, for the crew with beats that
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 with mama
Ah-hah, oops I a funny with the dozens
The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the

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

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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