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

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

I send shit out to all them niggaz from that group
the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop
You better bizzay, your ass up out my zone
'Fore I leave you on the broke up like pine 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 back to
To get me out your takes more than Golden Seal

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

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

But no excuses, I still get the
Rico's in the house tryin' to grab the mic and juice this
So back the fuck up like we told you last
'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, the homies, hit some weights
about the shows we did in forty-eight states
Banned in the rest, but we was on with who
De La, and Quest, we made the say yes
(Yes)

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

I rock some spots and call more shots Chick Hearns
The only MC I is Amante
I was drinkin' Asi Spumante auntie
Bust them shots from the AKG

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

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

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

got a brand new gauge
So Make Room, for the with beats that
I got a complex I guess I bust with stress
A mess, bring that shit to the West, 'cause

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

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