Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little story that must be
Ah yes, yes y'all and you don't
Here's a 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 with Crush
The place is packed, with Wa and Rayon
Lovely ladies smellin' sweet, with a lot of
Jay by my side, Charlie Chase behind me

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

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

They no style with no metaphor, no voice to
Melle Mel had the best rhymes, with Caz
Moe tried to get down but I made him sit down
With that quickness, you bite 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 crusty
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, freak a rhyme gold
While you're listenin', I throw a buzz in ear
Bust the

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 see, Kool Herc with J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Disco

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

the belt drive, Technics and B-1's
With the orange shinin', the red on D-1's
Direct drive and Nova, I'm chillin' 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 bottom bounce
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
While I move up step, to the early morn
With a hip-hop drink and some rhyme
Never smokin' or sniffin' or jokin' or riffin'

Because time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic
Donald Rock and Whipper Whip, neither was plastic
in the days, you had to be so sarcastic
To stretch out a 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

Later on at the Boys Club, Tom excel
I got a name for your brain that rings a bell
Patti Duke had the nice hands, swift with Boy
Playin' James Brown records, you you silly boy

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

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

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

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

So on the kept rollin', straight up into disco
Eddie Chiba was sweet G and up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, the Great Love Squids
Spinnin' high-top beats, can you it, you dig
Kool Keith out smokin', my 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