Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

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

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

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

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

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

And your 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 you're listenin', I 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 swing your around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and ring around the
The party you see, Kool Herc with J.C.
The battle, The Disco Twins

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

With the belt drive, Technics and
With the orange 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
Ikey C from Cosmic, the bass bottom
Red in the booth, the T-Connection to mix
Silly rabbit you know my style has

To go on, to the next line, to the break of
While I up step, to the early early morn
With a hip-hop and some rhyme popcorn
Never smokin' or or ever jokin' or riffin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

So on the rhymes kept rollin', straight up into
Eddie Chiba was G and back up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, with the Great Love
Spinnin' beats, can you check it, you dig
Kool Keith out smokin', my 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