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

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

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

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

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

I rock loaded, I get promoted
But through the bullshit my stays devoted
While you be bustin' lyrics bout the funs y'all toted
I'll be standin' like a b-boy with both arms

But no excuses, I still get the
When in the house tryin' to grab 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 ninety-five

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, a roach, call the homies, hit some weights
Reminisce the shows we did in forty-eight states
in the rest, but we was on tour with who
De La, and Quest, we the crowd say yes
(Yes)

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

I rock some spots and call shots than Chick Hearns
The MC I like 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,
Higher a jet, like 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 King Tee walked in
The advertisement, and that bent
Raise up off the wall, Last Call
Ready for the ruckus, pushin' off the stage

Teela's got a brand new
So Make Room, for the crew beats that
I got a complex I I bust best with stress
A mess, don't bring that 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 comin' faster than 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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