Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

Steppin' up out the shadows, I equipped to wreck
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 give a mob like Gotti
the body cool, keep the strap up by the naughties
Niggie 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 pimp on
Let me hit the bong, oh, and my mind's quite
Wreck it nice and proper, if it's on I'm to stop her
If I'm swingin' for the knockout, believe I'm fits to drop her
Ninety-five's on poppin', representin' I stompin'
Throw up my fists just like this when I'm

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

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

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

me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies
I'm the of them all though the rat is kinda skinny
How many linny and think they can see me?
I'm from Compton where even in the summer wear beanies
Bustin' lyrics sharper than razor blades, catch it from to toe
If you're shocked, then
When you see me at my stage
For my stage beat 'em up

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

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

I had to have him lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner
with a winner, number one contender top dog
Head nigga in charge with 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 with that
My see the dopest and the hardest
So clear the path or get your ass bogarted

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

We and cuss and kick up dust
Don't of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?

I game and get recognized
all the hard liquor, toothpick and beedy-dyin'
Bitch, you got dealt, peeled your cap the way
Like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt and nothin' crackin'
For them niggaz up with the funk, I'm packin' Tinactin
'Cuz I be stripes in tight bunches
All the homies nines, I carry rhymes in sucker punches
What? Tootsie, my don't bend

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

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

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

I bring death to the and power to the people
My name ain't Miller but I fly like an eagle
Don't play me for a chump, I get like Gump
And I got more con in my verse than
And you want no motherfuckin' problems here
I can round up a posse like Paul Revere
Your whole 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 high-top striped socks
The freestyle fanatic psychosomatic back at it causin'
With lyrics still as tight as a jacket
The last in but one of the first to get wit' cha
Bringin' more terror to MC's than a militia
Click, click boom, fuck your crew

It's the 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 burn Parker
But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu
The lyrical night stalker stalkin' at night in a pair of creased
Taylors, my pistol grip tight
Dub-C, that nigga from mad circle

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