Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

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

I got a flier in my hand, with Cold Crush
The place is packed, with Wa and Rayon
Lovely ladies smellin' sweet, a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Chase 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
Towards the South Bronx, Euceda Park and

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

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

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

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, freak a rhyme gold
While you're listenin', I throw a 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
musical chairs and ring around the Rosie
The party you pace see, Kool Herc J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Disco

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

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

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

To go on, to the next line, to the break of
While I up step, to the early early morn
With a drink and some rhyme popcorn
Never or sniffin' or ever 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 rhyme and it double elastic

You new jack, step back and be wack
You what time it is boy and every 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 Boys Club, while Tom
I got a for your brain that surely rings a bell
Patti Duke had the nice hands, with Billy Boy
Playin' James Brown records, you you silly boy

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

DST was mixin', slicin' his elbows
Freakin' the wheels, loopin' rhymes, we go
To the master faster, up and go faster
Turn my JVC to power 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 Black Spades, The Savage Skulls
Gang bangin' was over, neither is exist
got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to kiss

So on the rhymes kept rollin', up into disco
Eddie 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