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 think they rock
MC's in ninety-five, in ninety-five
MC's in ninety-five that swear 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 hip-hop
Spend a time with your rhymes and quit makin' wack versions

I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that
With the ninety minute demo sounding just like
You bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme 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 back to kill
To get me out your system takes more than Golden

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

I rock loaded, I never get
But the bullshit my crew stays devoted
While you be bustin' lyrics 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 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, call the homies, hit weights
Reminisce about the shows we did in forty-eight
in the rest, but we was on tour with who
De La, and Quest, we the crowd say yes
(Yes)

Now like fuck, Make Room
Move 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 it all the way back, like a punk return

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

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

'Causin' pain like a runaway 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 what we came to do, bottoms up

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

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

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

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

Super comin' 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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