Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
Back to drown ya'll
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 that think they rock like
in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five
MC's in ninety-five swear 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 person
Spend a little time with 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 better bizzay, ass up out my rhyme zone
'Fore I leave you on the ground up like pine cones

You're rootin' and tootin' but ain't did no
While the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked
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 without no
While I be housin' niggaz like they put up for

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

But no excuses, I get the loosest
When Rico's in the house tryin' to grab the mic and juice
So back the fuck up like we you last 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 up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights
about the shows we did in forty-eight states
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
your ass out my way, bay bee, bay bee
With all these around clown, why you wanna bang?
Let's have a celebration like Kool and the
I bring it all the way back, like a punk

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

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

pain like 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 what we came to do, 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 nigga's
up off the wall, bitches Last Call
Ready for the ruckus, motherfuckers off the stage

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

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

Super Nigga's 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 this

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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