Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little story that must be
Ah yes, yes and you don't stop
Here's a little that must be told
You're listenin' to the sounds, of the MC, in the world
Keith, go off and go off

I got a flier in my hand, Bambaataa with Crush
The is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayon
Lovely ladies sweet, with a lot of Avon
Jay by my side, Charlie Chase behind me

Flash and Theodore, super that blind me
Catch a is the rhythm, spinnin' back and forth
From the East and the Valley, swingin' up North
Towards the Bronx, Euceda Park and Webster

The speakers are pumpin', bass is thumpin'
With the mega amp, keepin' pep up, jumpin'
From side to side, the meters will peak
They had some MC's, a lot of them, they was weak

They no style with no metaphor, no to speak
Melle Mel had the best rhymes, rankin' Caz
Moe tried to get down but I made him sit down
With that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit

Stop and go turn, see the and go burn
To to ashes, dust to dust
Seven years later toy you crusty crust
Your old are rust, very dirty and dusty

And under your you're kickin' power and musty
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm roll
Let me run up the charts, a rhyme turn gold
While you're listenin', I throw a in your ear
the facts

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Now swing your partner around,
Like musical chairs and ring around the
The party you pace see, Kool Herc J.C.
The battle, The Disco Twins

rhymes with break beats, the DJ spins
For the L Brothers, steppin' right in the
Mean Gene was maxin', Rockin' Rob went to
While the tables turn, the old needles used to jerk

With the belt drive, Technics and
With the light shinin', the red on D-1's
drive and Nova, I'm chillin' with G.L.O.B.E.
Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, Monk and

Pullin' out that Olde E, funky funky 40 ounce
Ikey C from Cosmic, the bottom bounce
Red Alert in the booth, the to mix
Silly rabbit you my style has Trix

To go on, to the next line, to the break of
I move up step, to the early early morn
With a hip-hop drink and some popcorn
Never smokin' or or ever jokin' or riffin'

it's time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic
Donald Rock and Whip, neither rapper was plastic
in the days, you had to be so sarcastic
To stretch out a rhyme and it double elastic

You new jack, step back and be wack
You what time it is boy and every mic I smoke
Bust the

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Later on at the Boys Club, Tom excel
I got a for your brain that surely rings a bell
Duke had the nice hands, swift with Billy Boy
Playin' Brown records, you stupid you silly boy

Bongo Rockin', hard where the go
You fake and pass, Bee give and go
To the AJ Scratch, a beat that matched
With a two-second break, that was to catch

DST was mixin', slicin' with his
the wheels, loopin' rhymes, here we go
To the faster, speed up and go faster
Turn my JVC to mega and blast the

Mario tape, yes The Disco
With the b-side The Funky Drums, no new swing
Happy rappers with dots, were bound to get stuck
You had the Zulus the Nine crew, you're pushin' luck

The Casanovas was all scheamin' to duck
You had The Spades, plus The Savage Skulls
Gang bangin' was over, neither is exist
They got a job and a wife, a woman to kiss

So on the rhymes rollin', straight up into disco
Eddie was sweet G and back up to Cisko
And Islam, with the Great Love Squids
Spinnin' beats, can you check it, you dig
Kool Keith out smokin', my are hot
the facts

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get