Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little story that must be
Ah yes, yes y'all and you don't
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 flier in my hand, Bambaataa with Cold
The place is packed, with Wa and Rayon
Lovely ladies sweet, with a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Chase behind me

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

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

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

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

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 you're listenin', I throw a 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 around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and ring around the
The party you pace see, Herc with J.C.
The battle, The Disco Twins

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

With the belt drive, and B-1's
the orange light shinin', the red on D-1's
Direct 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 Cosmic, the bass bottom bounce
Red Alert in the booth, the to mix
rabbit you know my style has Trix

To go on, to the next line, to the break of
While I move up step, to the early early
With a hip-hop and some rhyme popcorn
smokin' or sniffin' or ever jokin' or riffin'

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

You new jack, step back and be wack
You what time 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

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

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

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

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

The Casanovas was maxin' all to duck
You had The Black Spades, The Savage Skulls
Gang bangin' was over, crew is exist
got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to kiss

So on the rhymes kept rollin', straight up into
Chiba was sweet G and back up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, the Great Love Squids
Spinnin' beats, can you check 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