Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little story that must be
Ah yes, yes y'all and you stop
Here's a little story that must be
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 Cold Crush
The place is packed, Johnny Wa and Rayon
ladies smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Chase behind me

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

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

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

and go turn, see the flame and go burn
To ashes to ashes, to dust
Seven years later toy you still crust
Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and

And under arms you're kickin' power and musty
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm roll
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn
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 around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and ring the Rosie
The you pace see, Kool Herc with J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Twins

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

With the belt drive, Technics and
With the orange light shinin', the red on
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 40 ounce
Ikey C from Cosmic, the bottom bounce
Red in the booth, the T-Connection to mix
Silly rabbit you 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 drink and rhyme popcorn
Never smokin' or or ever jokin' or riffin'

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

You learn new jack, step and be wack
You know what it is boy and every 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 brain that surely rings a bell
Patti had the nice hands, swift with Billy Boy
James Brown records, you stupid you silly boy

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

DST was mixin', with his elbows
Freakin' the wheels, rhymes, here we go
To the master faster, up and go faster
my JVC to mega power and blast the

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

The was maxin' 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 pretty woman to

So on the rhymes kept rollin', straight up disco
Chiba was sweet G and back up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, the Great Love Squids
high-top beats, can you check it, you dig
Kool out smokin', my lyrics 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