Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

Steppin' up out the shadows, I comes to wreck
Hold up just a sec Coolio, I'm on
(Malika)
Yeap, the is on point
Causin' friction when I up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a mob like Gotti
Like the body cool, keep the strap up by the
Niggie trippin' why you beam us, I don't step up no bullshit

See that there, it's for this stickup on the hip
Peep the correct way to get your on
Let me hit the bong, oh, and my quite strong
Wreck it nice and proper, if it's on I'm to stop her
If I'm swingin' for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to her
Ninety-five's on poppin', I keep stompin'
Throw up my fists just like this I'm mobbin'

I killed the last, the ass with my ninety-five drive
I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide,
Like Chaka Khan, I tell you good
I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee tales from the hood
You need it, I'll it, baby, check the size
Have you goin' like Mary J. Blige
When it's poppin' like this you be a coward
freaks fuckin' beats like Adina Howard

My squad is with players and hustlers
No toleration, for fakers and
Fuckin' me with all honesty
You get bombed rap songs constantly
G-15's, Westside scene
Killin' the competition while making a green
So ring, around the rosie and to the Rosie
And I want you to G

We bust and and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz to fuck with us?
So what's the time? It's time to get
Why you bust your 'Cuz I got skills

We bust and and kick up dust
Don't of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
So the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz how I bail

Watch me, this nickel and shit five pennies
I'm the loc'est of them all the rat is kinda skinny
How many linny and squidgy think can see me?
I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggaz beanies
Bustin' lyrics than razor blades, catch it from head to toe
If shocked, then amazed
you see me at my stage show
For my show beat 'em up

40 Thevz gettin' busy, rockin' to coast
Dogs the most rap, the hoes then 'em up
Givin' it up for hip-hop how should I drop 'em and then pop 'em
For poppin' like to get what I got, and I ain't got a lot of nuthin'
'Cuz I been ruffin' and scuffin', so give it up I'm bustin'
Or get to duckin' 'cuz I given 'em nuthin'
can't get none, so fuck 'em

Let me rock the mic
a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night
I got jabs like a champion
The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher
Quick to get it
Went from jackin' to rappin' to with a pack of mad men
Pull a trick out my sleeve like
Some fool tried to play me for a

I had to have him like lunch or dinner, just a beginner
with a winner, number one contender top dog
Head in charge runnin' with a group of hogs
40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and
Best to put your daughter, wack ass get tossed up
Trying to come in with that garbage
My crew see the and the hardest
So clear the path or get punk ass bogarted

We bust and cuss and kick up
Don't of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
So what's the time? time to get real
Why you bust rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills

We bust and and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck us?

I peep and get recognized
Buyin' all the liquor, toothpick and beedy-dyin'
Bitch, you got dealt, your cap the other way
Like a reversible Gucci belt and ain't nothin' crackin'
For niggaz steppin' up with the funk, I'm packin' Tinactin
'Cuz I be stripes in tight bunches
All the carry nines, I carry rhymes in sucker punches
What? Tootsie, my knees don't

Just like that actor Hoffman, I be off men often
Jaywalkin' over your coffin an eleven shot loss
And John wrecked that Austin won't
You're and see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin
Stalkin' men to New York and in between
So take caution, the flossin' for dental hygeine
Mental plus my equals nasty young bastard
The be lung mastered takin' vinyl's virginity

Coincidentally I run shit like Payton
Niggaz player hatin' I spoke like a Dayton
I kick the bass like Ron at the Carter
When C and B came
Blowin' niggaz up like when Mookie's ass got caught smokin'
Figure, your stigma is lack of
So bitch-ass niggaz better step the Delta Sigma Thetas

We don't a fuck, fools better duck
39 deep in the of Wino's truck
Like robbin' in the paint, think I ain't?
Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm rank
I rev like a motor float on like a to kick a style
Tical from here to North Dakota
The ambassador of funk with amps in the
And when it's time to rock a mic I be no punk

I bring death to the evil and power to the
My name ain't Steve Miller but I fly like an
Don't play me for a chump, I get around like
And I got more con in my verse Chuck
And you want no motherfuckin' problems here
'Cuz I can round up a posse Paul Revere
whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out
Burned up a cookout, so fools better look out

Fresh out the box
Sportin' a cap, cut off dickies
And some high-top striped
The freestyle fanatic psychosomatic back at it causin'
With lyrics still as tight as a straight
The last in but one of the first to get wit' cha
Bringin' terror to MC's than a Michigan militia
Click, click boom, fuck your crew

the chanky hip-hopper, takin' over pissin' in your stage monitor
Socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your dreams
You to wake up and apologize
Niggaz penetentiary yearn me 'cuz I burn Parker
But anyway, half of y'all see me with a pair of Blu Blockers
The lyrical stalker stalkin' at night in a pair of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylors, my pistol tight
Dub-C, that nigga from mad circle

Ay man, ay ay, what's up
Uh, like loc, it's like late, get the fuck up out of here
Are we out? Yeah, yeah, it
it, mad circle bitch