Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

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

See that there, clip for this stickup on the hip
the correct way to get your pimp on
Let me hit the bong, oh, and my mind's strong
it nice and proper, if it's on I'm finsta to stop her
If I'm swingin' for the knockout, best believe I'm to drop her
on poppin', representin' I keep stompin'
Throw up my fists just this when I'm mobbin'

I killed the last, killed the ass with my drive
I'm deep like with my Crimson Tide, nigga
Chaka Khan, I tell you something good
I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within from the hood
You need it, feed it, baby, check the size
Have you goin' down like J. Blige
When it's poppin' this you can't be a coward
Shorty freaks fuckin' beats like Adina

My squad is hard with and hustlers
No toleration, for fakers and
with me with all honesty
You get bombed rap songs comin'
Bumpin' G-15's, Westside
the competition while making a fuckin' green
So ring, around the rosie and to the Rosie
And I you to know G

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

We bust and and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all want to fuck with us?
So what's the time? It's to get real
Why you bust rhyme? 'Cuz that's how I bail

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

40 Thevz gettin' busy, rockin' to coast
Dogs the rap, the hoes then rocks '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 'cuz I ain't given 'em nuthin'
can't get none, so fuck 'em

Let me the motherfuckin' mic
Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then all night
I got jabs like a champion
The purse-snatcher pistol-packin'
Quick to get it
Went from jackin' to to runnin' with a pack of mad men
Pull a out my sleeve like Aladdin
fool tried to play me for a punk

I had to have him lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner
Fuckin' with a winner, number one top dog
Head nigga in charge runnin' a group of hogs
40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and
Best to put your daughter, ass rappers get tossed up
Trying to in here with that garbage
My see the dopest and the hardest
So clear the path or get your punk ass

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

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

I game and get recognized
Buyin' all the hard liquor, toothpick and
Bitch, you got dealt, peeled cap the other way
Like a Louis-Vitton Gucci belt and ain't nothin' crackin'
For them steppin' up with the funk, I'm packin' Tinactin
'Cuz I be earnin' in tight bunches
All the homies carry nines, I carry rhymes in sucker
What? Tootsie, my knees don't

like that actor Hoffman, I be dustin' off men often
Jaywalkin' over your coffin with an eleven loss
And John wrecked that Austin soften
You're lost and see arson, to exterminate the flyest like Orkin
Stalkin' men to New York and in between
So take caution, the flossin' for dental hygeine
plus my gene equals nasty young bastard
The raps be lung mastered vinyl's virginity

I run shit like Walter Payton
Niggaz hatin' 'cuz I spoke like a Dayton
I kick the bass like Ron at the Carter
When C and B strollin'
Blowin' niggaz up like when stupid ass got caught smokin'
Figure, your is lack of enigma
So bitch-ass niggaz better like the Delta Sigma Thetas

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

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

out the penalty box
Sportin' a stockin' cap, cut off
And some high-top striped
The freestyle fanatic psychosomatic back at it static
With still as tight as a straight jacket
The last in line but one of the first to get cha
Bringin' more terror to MC's a Michigan militia
Click, click boom, nigga fuck your

the chanky hip-hopper, takin' over pissin' in your stage monitor
Socket you that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams
You best to up and apologize
Niggaz penetentiary yearn me 'cuz I like Parker
But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a of Blu Blockers
The night stalker stalkin' at night in a pair of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylors, my pistol tight
Dub-C, that nigga Westside mad circle

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