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

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

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

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

'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 without no
While I be housin' niggaz like put up for adoption

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

But no excuses, I get the loosest
When in the house tryin' to grab the mic and juice this
So back the up like we told you last time
it's the Liks 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 some
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 it's fuck, Make Room
Move ass out my way, bay bee, bay bee
With all these hoes around clown, why you bang?
Let's have a celebration Kool and the Gang
I bring it all the way back, like a return

I rock some spots and call shots than Chick Hearns
The only MC I is Amante
I was drinkin' Asi witcha auntie
Bust lyrics shots from the AKG

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

'Causin' pain like a runaway train you don't
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 hear screams, that King Tee walked in
The advertisement, and that nigga's
Raise up off the wall, bitches Call
Ready for the ruckus, pushin' off the stage

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

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

Nigga's comin' faster than a bullet
Leapin' over buildings, wavin' at the
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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