Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

Steppin' up out the shadows, I equipped to wreck
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 blood mob 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 there, it's clip for this stickup on the hip
Peep the correct way to get pimp 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
up my fists just like this when I'm mobbin'

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

My squad is hard with and hustlers
No toleration, for and busters
Fuckin' me with all honesty
You get bombed rap comin' constantly
G-15's, Westside scene
Killin' the competition while making a 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 y'all want to fuck with us?
So what's the time? It's time to get
Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got

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

me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies
I'm the loc'est of them all 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 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 gettin' busy, rockin' coast 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 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 'em nuthin'
Fools can't get none, so 'em

Let me rock the mic
a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night
I got like a welterweight champion
The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher
Quick to get it
from jackin' to rappin' to runnin' with a pack of mad men
Pull a trick out my sleeve like
fool tried 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 runnin' with a group of hogs
40 Thevz, Circle, Cat, and Crowbar
Best to put your daughter, ass rappers get tossed up
Trying to come in here with garbage
My crew see the and the hardest
So the path or get your punk ass bogarted

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

We bust and cuss and kick up
Don't none of y'all want 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 reversible Louis-Vitton belt and ain't nothin' crackin'
For them niggaz steppin' up with the funk, I'm Tinactin
'Cuz I be stripes in tight bunches
All the carry nines, I carry rhymes in sucker punches
What? Tootsie, my knees bend

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

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

We don't give a fuck, fools duck
39 deep in the back of Wino's
robbin' in the paint, fool think I ain't?
Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin'
I rev like a motor on like a boat to kick a style
Like Tical from here to Dakota
The ambassador of funk 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 like an
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 posse Paul Revere
whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out
Burned up a cookout, so fools better look out

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

It's the hip-hopper, takin' over pissin' in your stage monitor
Socket you think you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams
You to wake up and apologize
Niggaz penetentiary yearn me 'cuz I burn 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 pair of creased
Taylors, my pistol grip tight
Dub-C, that from Westside mad circle

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