Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little story that must be
Ah yes, yes y'all and you stop
Here's a story that must 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, with Cold Crush
The is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayon
Lovely smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie behind me

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

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

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

And under your you're kickin' power and musty
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn
While you're listenin', I throw a buzz in 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 musical and ring around the Rosie
The you pace see, Kool Herc with J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Twins

Funky rhymes with break beats, the DJ
For the L Brothers, steppin' in the scene
Mean Gene was maxin', Rob went to work
While the tables 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
Direct drive and Nova, I'm with G.L.O.B.E.
Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, Monk and

Pullin' out that Olde E, that funky 40 ounce
C from 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 drink and some rhyme popcorn
smokin' or sniffin' or ever jokin' or riffin'

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

You new jack, step 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 Boys Club, Tom excel
I got a name for your brain that surely rings a
Patti Duke had the nice hands, swift Billy Boy
Playin' Brown records, you stupid you silly boy

Bongo Rockin', hard the rhythm go
You fake and pass, Busy Bee and go
To the AJ Scratch, a beat that 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 master faster, up and go faster
Turn my JVC to mega and blast the

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

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

So on the rhymes rollin', straight up into disco
Eddie was sweet G and back up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, the Great Love Squids
Spinnin' beats, can you check 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