Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little story that be told
Ah yes, yes y'all and you don't
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 ladies smellin' sweet, with a lot of
Jazzy Jay by my side, Chase behind me

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

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

They no style 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 ashes to ashes, dust to
Seven years later toy you still crusty
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 path
Let me run up the charts, freak a turn 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 musical chairs and ring the Rosie
The party you pace see, Kool Herc J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The 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 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
drive and Nova, I'm chillin' with G.L.O.B.E.
Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, and Superman

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 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 drink and rhyme popcorn
smokin' or sniffin' or ever jokin' or riffin'

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

You learn new jack, back and be wack
You know what time it is boy and every mic I
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

on at the Boys Club, while 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, Busy Bee and go
To the AJ Scratch, a beat that matched
With a two-second break, that was hard to

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

Mario tape, yes The Disco
With the The Funky Drums, no new jack swing
Happy with polka 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 Black Spades, plus The Skulls
Gang was over, neither crew is exist
They got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to

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
high-top beats, can you check it, you dig
Kool out smokin', my lyrics 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