Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little story that be told
Ah yes, yes y'all and you stop
a little story that must be told
You're listenin' to the sounds, of the MC, in the world
Keith, go off and go off

I got a flier in my hand, Bambaataa Cold Crush
The is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayon
Lovely ladies smellin' sweet, 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 and the Valley, swingin' back up North
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 meters will peak
had some good MC's, a lot of them, they was weak

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

Stop and go turn, see the and go burn
To ashes to ashes, dust to
Seven years toy you still crusty crust
old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty

And under your arms you're kickin' and musty
Get out of my way, and let the path 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 and ring around the Rosie
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' right in the
Mean Gene was maxin', Rockin' Rob to work
While the tables would turn, the old needles to jerk

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

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 you know my style has Trix

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

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

You learn new jack, step back and be
You know 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 Club, while Tom excel
I got a name for your brain that surely a bell
Duke had the nice hands, swift with Billy Boy
Playin' James 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 funky beat that
With a break, that was hard to catch

DST was mixin', with his elbows
Freakin' the wheels, rhymes, here we go
To the master faster, up and go faster
Turn my JVC to power and blast the

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

The Casanovas was all scheamin' to duck
You had The Spades, plus The Savage Skulls
Gang bangin' was over, neither is exist
They got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to

So on the rhymes kept rollin', straight up disco
Eddie Chiba was sweet G and up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, with the Great Love
high-top beats, can you check it, you dig
Kool 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