Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a story that must be told
Ah yes, yes y'all and you stop
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 Wa and Rayon
Lovely smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon
Jay by my side, Charlie Chase behind me

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

The speakers are pumpin', power is thumpin'
With the Ultra mega amp, 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 with no metaphor, no voice to speak
Melle Mel had the best rhymes, with Caz
Moe tried to get down but I made 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
Seven years 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 path roll
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn
While 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 partner around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and ring around the
The party you see, Kool Herc with J.C.
The battle, The Disco Twins

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

With the belt drive, Technics and
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

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

To go on, to the line, to the break of dawn
While I move up step, to the early morn
With a hip-hop drink and some rhyme
smokin' or sniffin' or ever jokin' or riffin'

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

You learn new jack, back and be wack
You know what time it is boy and 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

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

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

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

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

The Casanovas was all scheamin' to duck
You had The Spades, plus 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 sweet G and up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, the Great Love Squids
Spinnin' high-top beats, can you 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