Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little that must be told
Ah yes, yes y'all and you don't
Here's a little that 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
Lovely smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase me

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

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

no style with 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
With that quickness, you bite and you bit this

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

And under your 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
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

rock, get bigger

Now swing your partner around,
musical chairs and ring around the Rosie
The party you pace see, Kool Herc J.C.
The battle, The Disco Twins

Funky rhymes break beats, the DJ spins
For the L Brothers, right in the scene
Mean Gene was maxin', Rob went to work
While the would turn, the old needles 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, 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 and some rhyme popcorn
Never smokin' or sniffin' or ever or riffin'

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

You learn new jack, step and be wack
You know what time it is boy and every mic I
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, Tom excel
I got a name for your brain surely rings a bell
Patti Duke had the nice hands, swift with Boy
James Brown records, you stupid you silly boy

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

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

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

The Casanovas was maxin' all scheamin' to
You had The Black Spades, The Savage Skulls
Gang was over, neither crew is exist
They got a job and a wife, a woman to kiss

So on the rhymes kept rollin', straight up into
Eddie was sweet G and back up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, with the Great Squids
Spinnin' high-top beats, can you it, you dig
Keith out smokin', my lyrics 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