Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little story 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 in my hand, Bambaataa with Cold Crush
The is packed, with 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' and forth
From the East and the Valley, swingin' back up
Towards the South Bronx, Euceda and Webster

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

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

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

And under arms 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 gold
While listenin', I throw 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 partner around, dosey-dosey
Like chairs and ring around the Rosie
The party you pace see, Kool Herc J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Twins

Funky with break beats, the DJ spins
For the L Brothers, steppin' right in the
Mean was maxin', Rockin' 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 drive and Nova, I'm chillin' G.L.O.B.E.
Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, Monk and

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

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

it's time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic
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 double

You learn new jack, step and be wack
You know what 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, while Tom
I got a name for your brain surely rings a bell
Patti had the nice hands, swift with Billy Boy
Playin' James Brown records, you you silly boy

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

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

Mario tape, yes The Disco
the b-side The Funky Drums, no new jack swing
Happy rappers with polka dots, bound to get stuck
You had the the Nine crew, you're pushin' your 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 woman to

So on the rhymes kept rollin', straight up disco
Chiba was sweet G and back up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, with the Love Squids
Spinnin' high-top beats, can you 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