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 that 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 Cold Crush
The is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayon
ladies smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie behind me

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

The speakers are pumpin', power bass is
the Ultra mega amp, keepin' pep up, jumpin'
From to side, the double meters will 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 to get down but I made him sit down
that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this

Stop and go turn, see the flame and go
To ashes to ashes, dust to
Seven years later toy you crusty 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, a rhyme turn gold
While listenin', I throw 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 your partner around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and ring the Rosie
The you pace see, Kool Herc with J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Disco

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

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

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

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

Because it's time to plex more, and fantastic
Donald Rock and Whipper Whip, neither rapper was
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 time it is boy and every mic I smoke
Bust the

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, while Tom
I got a for your 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', where the rhythm go
You and pass, Busy Bee give and go
To the AJ Scratch, a funky beat matched
With a two-second break, that was hard to

DST was mixin', slicin' with his
Freakin' the wheels, 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 Funky Drums, no new swing
rappers with polka dots, were bound to get stuck
You had the Zulus the Nine crew, pushin' your luck

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

So on the rhymes rollin', straight up into disco
Eddie Chiba was sweet G and back up to
And freakier Islam, with the Great Love
Spinnin' high-top beats, can you 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