Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

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

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

The are pumpin', power bass is thumpin'
the Ultra 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 metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this

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

And under your arms 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

Let's rock, get

Now swing your around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and around the Rosie
The party you pace see, Kool with J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Disco

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

With the belt drive, and B-1's
With the light shinin', the red on D-1's
Direct 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 early
With a hip-hop drink and some rhyme
Never or sniffin' or ever jokin' or riffin'

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

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

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

DST was mixin', with his elbows
Freakin' the wheels, 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
With the b-side The Drums, no new jack swing
rappers with polka dots, were bound 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 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 Love 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