Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

Steppin' up out the shadows, I comes equipped to
up just 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 give a blood 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 stickup on the hip
Peep the correct way to get your on
Let me hit the bong, oh, and my quite strong
it nice and proper, if it's on I'm finsta to stop her
If I'm swingin' for the knockout, believe I'm fits to drop her
Ninety-five's on poppin', representin' I keep
Throw up my fists just like when I'm mobbin'

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

My squad is hard players and hustlers
No toleration, for fakers and
Fuckin' me with all honesty
You get bombed rap comin' constantly
G-15's, Westside scene
Killin' the 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 up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck us?
So what's the It's time to get real
Why you your rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills

We bust and cuss and kick up
none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
So what's the It's time to get real
Why you bust your 'Cuz that's how I bail

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

40 gettin' busy, rockin' coast to coast
Dogs the most rap, the then rocks 'em up
Givin' it up for hip-hop 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 been ruffin' and scuffin', so give it up I'm bustin'
Or get to duckin' 'cuz I ain't 'em nuthin'
Fools get none, so fuck 'em

Let me the motherfuckin' mic
Smoke a whole 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 to runnin' with a pack of mad men
Pull a out my sleeve like Aladdin
Some fool to play me for a punk

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

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 to get real
Why you your rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills

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

I peep and get recognized
Buyin' all the hard liquor, and beedy-dyin'
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 stripes in tight bunches
All the homies carry nines, I carry rhymes in punches
Tootsie, my knees don't bend

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

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

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

I bring death to the 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 more con in my verse than
And you don't want no problems here
'Cuz I can round up a like Paul Revere
Your whole crew'll get out, turned out, shook out
Burned up like a cookout, so better look out

out the penalty box
Sportin' a stockin' cap, cut off
And some striped socks
The freestyle psychosomatic back at it causin' static
lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket
The last in but one of the first to get wit' cha
Bringin' terror to MC's than a Michigan militia
Click, click boom, nigga fuck crew

It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin' 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 me 'cuz I burn like Parker
But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a of Blu Blockers
The lyrical night stalker stalkin' at night in a of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylors, my pistol tight
Dub-C, that from Westside 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 Yeah, yeah, fuck it
Fuck it, mad circle