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

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

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

You're and tootin' but ain't did no shootin'
While the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses a wicked witch
Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to
To get me out your system takes more Golden Seal

'Cause I 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 niggaz like they put up for adoption

I rock loaded, I get promoted
But through the bullshit my crew stays
While you be bustin' bout 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 juice
So back the fuck up like we told you last
'Cause it's the Liks in the house with the 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 shows we did in states
in the rest, but we was on tour with who
De La, and Quest, we the crowd say yes
(Yes)

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

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

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

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

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

got a brand new gauge
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 drama, like Jeffery Dahmer
Choppin' up with they mama
Ah-hah, oops I a funny with the dozens
The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the

Super Nigga's faster than a bullet
Leapin' over buildings, at the children
And don't trip 'cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease
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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