Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little story that be told
Ah yes, yes y'all and you stop
Here's a little story that 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 Cold Crush
The place is packed, with Wa and Rayon
ladies smellin' 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, back 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 amp, keepin' pep up, jumpin'
From side to side, the double will peak
They had 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, with Caz
Kool Moe tried to get down but I 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 toy you still crusty crust
old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty

And under your arms kickin' power and musty
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn
While you're listenin', I throw a 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 the Rosie
The party you pace see, Herc with J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Disco

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

With the drive, Technics and B-1's
With the orange light shinin', the red on
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 bass 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 of dawn
While I move up step, to the early morn
With a hip-hop drink and some rhyme
smokin' or sniffin' or ever jokin' or riffin'

Because time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic
Donald Rock and Whipper Whip, neither 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 what time it is boy and every mic I smoke
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 Boys Club, Tom excel
I got a name for your brain that rings a bell
Duke had the nice hands, swift with Billy Boy
Playin' James Brown records, you stupid you boy

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

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

Mario tape, yes The King
With the b-side The Funky Drums, no new swing
Happy rappers with dots, were bound to get stuck
You had the Zulus the Nine crew, you're pushin' luck

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

So on the kept rollin', straight up into disco
Eddie Chiba was sweet G and back up to
And freakier Islam, the Great Love Squids
Spinnin' 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