Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little story must be told
Ah yes, yes and you don't stop
Here's a 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 Cold Crush
The place is packed, Johnny Wa and Rayon
ladies smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase 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
Towards the South Bronx, Euceda and Webster

The speakers are pumpin', power bass is
With the Ultra amp, keepin' pep up, jumpin'
From side to side, the double meters 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
Moe tried to get down but I made him sit down
With that metaphor quickness, you and you bit this

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

And under your arms you're kickin' power and
Get out of my way, and let the path 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 your around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and around the Rosie
The party you pace see, Herc with J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Twins

rhymes with break beats, the DJ spins
For the L Brothers, right 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 light shinin', the red on D-1's
Direct drive and Nova, I'm with G.L.O.B.E.
Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, and Superman

Pullin' out Olde E, that funky funky 40 ounce
Ikey C from Cosmic, the bottom bounce
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
a hip-hop drink and some rhyme popcorn
Never smokin' or sniffin' or ever or riffin'

it's 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 rhyme and make it elastic

You learn new jack, step back and be
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

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

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

DST was mixin', with 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 King
the b-side The Funky Drums, no new jack swing
Happy rappers with polka dots, were bound to get
You had the Zulus the Nine crew, you're pushin' luck

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

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