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 in my hand, Bambaataa 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, back and forth
From the East and the Valley, swingin' back up
Towards the South Bronx, Euceda and Webster

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

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

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

And under your arms you're kickin' and musty
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm roll
Let me run up the charts, freak a turn gold
While you're listenin', I throw a buzz in ear
the facts

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 chairs and ring the Rosie
The party you pace see, Kool Herc J.C.
The battle, The Disco Twins

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

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

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

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

Because it's time to 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, 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

on at the Boys Club, while Tom excel
I got a name for your brain that surely rings a
Patti Duke had the hands, swift with Billy Boy
Playin' James Brown records, you stupid you boy

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

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

Mario tape, yes The King
With the The Funky Drums, no new jack swing
rappers with polka dots, were bound to get stuck
You had the Zulus the Nine crew, pushin' your luck

The Casanovas was maxin' all to duck
You had The Black Spades, plus The Savage
Gang bangin' was over, crew is exist
They got a job and a wife, a woman to kiss

So on the rhymes kept rollin', up into disco
Eddie Chiba was sweet G and up to Cisko
And Islam, with the Great Love 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