Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

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

I got a in my hand, Bambaataa with Cold Crush
The place is packed, with Wa and Rayon
ladies smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase me

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

The speakers are pumpin', power bass is
With the Ultra mega amp, pep up, jumpin'
From side to side, the double will peak
They had good MC's, a lot of them, they was weak

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

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

And under your arms you're kickin' and musty
Get out of my way, and let the path roll
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn
While you're listenin', I a buzz 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 partner around, dosey-dosey
Like musical and ring around the Rosie
The party you pace see, Kool with J.C.
The battle, The Disco Twins

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

With the drive, Technics and B-1's
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, and Superman

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

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

Because time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic
Donald Rock and Whipper Whip, rapper was plastic
in the days, you had to be so sarcastic
To out a rhyme and make it double 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

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

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

Bongo Rockin', hard 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 hard to

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 power and the

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

The Casanovas was maxin' all to duck
You had The Black Spades, 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
Eddie Chiba was G and back up to Cisko
And Islam, with the Great Love Squids
Spinnin' high-top beats, can you it, you dig
Kool Keith out smokin', my 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