Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a story that must be told
Ah yes, yes and you don't stop
Here's a story that must be told
listenin' to the sounds, of the best MC, in the world
Keith, go off and go off

I got a flier in my hand, Bambaataa with Crush
The place is packed, Johnny Wa and Rayon
Lovely ladies sweet, with a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Chase behind me

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

The are pumpin', power bass is thumpin'
With the mega amp, keepin' pep up, jumpin'
From side to side, the meters will peak
They had some 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 down but I him sit down
With that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit

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

And your arms you're kickin' power and musty
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm roll
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme 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 partner around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and ring around the
The you pace see, Kool Herc with J.C.
The battle, The Disco Twins

Funky with break beats, the DJ spins
For the L Brothers, steppin' right in the
Mean Gene was maxin', Rob went to work
the tables would 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. and Pow-Wow, Monk 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 rabbit you know my style has

To go on, to the next line, to the break of
I move up step, to the early early morn
With a hip-hop and some rhyme popcorn
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 what time it is boy and every mic I
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

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

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

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

Mario tape, yes The Disco
With the b-side The Funky Drums, no new jack
Happy rappers with polka dots, were to get stuck
You had the Zulus the Nine crew, pushin' your luck

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

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