Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

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

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

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

The speakers are pumpin', power is thumpin'
With the Ultra mega amp, keepin' pep up,
From side to side, the meters will peak
They had 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

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

And under your arms you're kickin' 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 a buzz in your ear
Bust the

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Now swing your partner around,
Like chairs and ring around the Rosie
The party you pace see, Kool with J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Twins

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

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

Pullin' out that Olde E, that funky funky 40
Ikey C Cosmic, the bass bottom bounce
Red in the booth, the T-Connection to mix
Silly you know my style has Trix

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

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

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

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

rock, get bigger
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

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

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

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

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

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

So on the rhymes kept rollin', straight up disco
Eddie Chiba was 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