Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

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

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

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

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

They no style no metaphor, no voice to speak
Melle Mel had the rhymes, rankin' with Caz
Kool Moe tried to get 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 ashes to ashes, to dust
Seven years later toy you crusty crust
Your old rhymes are rust, dirty and dusty

And under your arms kickin' power and musty
Get out of my way, and let the path roll
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme gold
you're listenin', I throw 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 Herc J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Disco

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

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

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

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

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

You learn new jack, back and be wack
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

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

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

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

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

The Casanovas was maxin' all to duck
You had The Black Spades, The Savage Skulls
Gang bangin' was over, crew is exist
They got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to

So on the rhymes kept rollin', up into disco
Chiba was sweet G and back up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, with the Great Squids
high-top 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