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, MC's in
MC's in ninety-five that think they like
MC's in ninety-five, in ninety-five
MC's in ninety-five that swear 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 with your rhymes and makin' wack versions

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

rootin' and tootin' but ain't did no shootin'
While the freshest hip-hop, it curses like a wicked witch
Disaster, cock the rhyme back to kill
To get me out your system takes more than 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 they put up for

I rock loaded, I never get
But the bullshit my crew stays devoted
you be bustin' lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted
I'll be standin' like a b-boy with both 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 time
'Cause it's the Liks in the 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, call the homies, hit weights
Reminisce about the shows we did in states
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
your ass out my way, bay bee, bay bee
With all these hoes around clown, why you wanna
have a celebration like Kool and the Gang
I bring it all the way back, like a punk

I rock some spots and call shots than Chick Hearns
The only MC I is Amante
I was drinkin' Asi witcha auntie
them lyrics 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' 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 came to do, up

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

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

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

Uhh, I drama, like Jeffery Dahmer
Choppin' up MC's with they
Ah-hah, I made a funny with the dozens
The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the

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