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

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

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

I this shit out to all them niggaz from that group
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 pine cones

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

'Cause I so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns
While MC's be goin' like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom
I got 'em, left without no
While I be housin' niggaz like they put up for

I rock loaded, I never get
But through the bullshit my crew devoted
you be bustin' lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted
I'll be like a b-boy with both arms folded

But no excuses, I still get the
When Rico's in the house tryin' to the mic and juice this
So back the fuck up we told you last time
'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 forty-eight
Banned in the rest, but we was on tour who
De La, and Quest, we made the say yes
(Yes)

Now like fuck, Make Room
Move ass out my way, bay bee, bay bee
With all these 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 some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns
The MC I like is Amante
I was drinkin' Asi Spumante witcha
Bust them lyrics shots 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 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 know we came to do, bottoms up

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

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

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

Uhh, I bring drama, like Dahmer
up MC's with they mama
Ah-hah, oops I made a with the dozens
The one-est, who busts 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
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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