Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

Steppin' up out the shadows, I comes equipped to
Hold up just a sec Coolio, I'm on
(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 body cool, keep the up by the naughties
trippin' why you beam us, I don't step up with no bullshit

See that there, it's clip for this on the hip
Peep the correct way to get your 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
Ninety-five's on poppin', representin' I keep
Throw up my fists just like this when I'm

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

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

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

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

40 Thevz gettin' busy, rockin' to coast
the most rap, the hoes then rocks 'em up
Givin' it up for victims 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 when I'm
Or get to duckin' I ain't given 'em nuthin'
can't get none, so fuck 'em

Let me the motherfuckin' mic
Smoke a stick of dynamite, then fight all night
I got like a welterweight champion
The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher
Quick to get it
Went from jackin' to rappin' to runnin' a pack of mad men
Pull a trick out my sleeve 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, one contender top dog
Head nigga in charge runnin' a group of hogs
40 Thevz, Circle, Cat, and Crowbar
Best to put your daughter, wack ass rappers get up
Trying to come in here that garbage
My see the dopest and the hardest
So the path or get your punk ass bogarted

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

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

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

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

Coincidentally I run like Walter Payton
Niggaz player hatin' 'cuz I spoke a Dayton
I kick the bass Ron Carter at the Carter
When C and B came
Blowin' niggaz up when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smokin'
Figure, your stigma is lack of
So bitch-ass niggaz better step 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 is on stank, that's why I'm pullin' rank
I rev like a motor float on like a to kick a style
Like from here to North Dakota
The of funk with amps in the trunk
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 an eagle
Don't play me for a chump, I get around Gump
And I got more con in my verse than
And you don't want no motherfuckin' here
'Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul
Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, out
Burned up like a cookout, so fools look out

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

It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin' pissin' in your stage monitor
Socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest
You best to up and apologize
Niggaz yearn me 'cuz I burn like Parker
But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a of Blu Blockers
The lyrical night 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, like late, let's get the fuck up out of here
Are we out? Yeah, yeah, it
it, mad circle bitch