Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a story that must be told
Ah yes, yes and you don't stop
Here's a story 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 Cold
The place is packed, with Wa and Rayon
Lovely smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase me

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

The speakers are pumpin', power is thumpin'
With the mega amp, keepin' pep up, jumpin'
From to side, the double 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
Kool Moe tried to get down but I made him sit
With that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit

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

And under your arms you're power and musty
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn
While you're listenin', I throw a buzz in ear
Bust the

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Now swing partner around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and ring the Rosie
The party you see, Kool Herc with J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Twins

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

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

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

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

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

You learn new jack, step and be wack
You know what time it is boy and mic I smoke
the facts

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

on at the Boys Club, while Tom excel
I got a name for your brain that surely rings a
Patti Duke had the hands, swift with Billy Boy
Playin' James Brown records, you stupid you boy

Bongo Rockin', hard the rhythm go
You and pass, Busy Bee give and go
To the AJ Scratch, a funky beat that
With a break, that was hard to catch

DST was mixin', with his elbows
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 King
With the b-side The Drums, no new jack swing
Happy rappers with polka dots, were bound to get
You had the Zulus the Nine crew, you're pushin' your

The Casanovas was maxin' all scheamin' to
You had The Black Spades, plus The Savage
bangin' was over, neither crew is exist
They got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to

So on the kept rollin', straight up into disco
Eddie Chiba was sweet G and up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, with the Great Love
Spinnin' beats, can you check it, you dig
Keith out smokin', my lyrics are hot
Bust the

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get