Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little that must be told
Ah yes, yes and you don't stop
Here's a little story that 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, a lot of Avon
Jay by my side, Charlie Chase behind 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, Park and Webster

The are pumpin', power bass is thumpin'
With the Ultra mega amp, pep up, jumpin'
From side to side, the double meters 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, rankin' Caz
Kool Moe tried to get down but I him sit down
that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this

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

And under your you're kickin' power and musty
Get out of my way, and let the path roll
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 your partner around,
musical chairs and ring around the Rosie
The party you see, Kool Herc with J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Twins

Funky with break beats, the DJ spins
For the L Brothers, steppin' right in the
Gene 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 orange light shinin', the red on
drive and Nova, I'm chillin' with G.L.O.B.E.
Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, Monk and

Pullin' out Olde E, that funky funky 40 ounce
Ikey C from Cosmic, the bass bottom
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 some popcorn
Never smokin' or sniffin' or jokin' or riffin'

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

You learn new jack, step and be wack
You know what time it is boy and mic I smoke
Bust the

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

rock, get bigger
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

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

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

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

Mario tape, yes The Disco
With the b-side The Drums, no new jack swing
Happy with polka dots, were bound 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
bangin' was over, neither crew is exist
They got a job and a wife, a woman to kiss

So on the rhymes rollin', straight up into disco
Eddie Chiba was sweet G and back up to
And Islam, with the Great Love Squids
Spinnin' beats, can you check it, you dig
Keith 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

rock, get bigger