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
Causin' when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a mob like Gotti
Like the body cool, keep the up by the naughties
Niggie trippin' why you beam us, I don't step up with no

See that there, it's for this stickup on the hip
Peep the way to get your pimp on
Let me hit the bong, oh, and my mind's quite
Wreck it nice and proper, if 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', I keep stompin'
up my fists just like 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 Mary J.
When poppin' like this you can't be a coward
freaks fuckin' beats like Adina Howard

My squad is hard players and hustlers
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 rosie and mosey to the
And I you to know G

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

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

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

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

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

I had to have him like or dinner, he's just a beginner
with a winner, number one contender top dog
Head nigga in charge runnin' a group of hogs
40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and
Best to put daughter, wack ass rappers get tossed up
to come 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 want to fuck 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
none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?

I game and get recognized
Buyin' all the hard liquor, and beedy-dyin'
Bitch, you got dealt, peeled your cap the 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 in sucker punches
Tootsie, my knees don't bend

Just 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 nigga like
Stalkin' lofts men to New and in between
So take caution, leave the flossin' for hygeine
Mental plus my gene equals nasty bastard
The raps be lung mastered takin' virginity

Coincidentally I run shit Walter Payton
Niggaz player '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 Mookie's stupid ass got smokin'
Figure, stigma is lack of enigma
So bitch-ass niggaz better step 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, that's why I'm rank
I rev like a motor float on a boat to kick a style
Like Tical from to North Dakota
The ambassador of with amps in the trunk
And when it's to rock 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
play me for a chump, I get around like Gump
And I got more con in my than Chuck
And you want no motherfuckin' 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 fools better out

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

It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin' over in your stage monitor
you think 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 see me with a pair of Blu Blockers
The lyrical night stalker stalkin' at night in a of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylors, my grip tight
Dub-C, that from Westside mad circle

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