Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

Steppin' up out the shadows, I comes to wreck
Hold up just a sec Coolio, I'm on
(Malika)
Yeap, the diction is on
Causin' friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the
can actually give a blood mob like 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 your on
Let me hit the bong, oh, and my mind's quite
Wreck it nice and proper, if it's on I'm finsta to her
If I'm for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to drop her
Ninety-five's on poppin', representin' I keep
Throw up my fists just like this I'm mobbin'

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

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

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

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

Watch me, swallow this nickel and shit five
I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is skinny
How many linny and squidgy think can see me?
I'm from Compton where even in the summer wear 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 show beat 'em up

40 Thevz gettin' busy, coast 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 got a whole lot of nuthin'
I been ruffin' and scuffin', so give it up when I'm bustin'
Or get to duckin' 'cuz I ain't given 'em
Fools can't get none, so 'em

Let me the motherfuckin' mic
Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then all night
I got jabs like a champion
The pocket-pincher pistol-packin'
to get it crackin'
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
with a winner, number one contender top dog
Head nigga in charge runnin' a group of hogs
40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and
to put your daughter, wack ass rappers get tossed up
Trying to come in here with garbage
My crew see the and the hardest
So clear the path or get 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? time to get real
Why you your rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills

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

I game and get recognized
all the hard liquor, toothpick and beedy-dyin'
Bitch, you got dealt, peeled cap the other way
Like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt and nothin' crackin'
For them niggaz steppin' up the funk, I'm packin' 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 actor Hoffman, I be dustin' off men
over your coffin with an eleven shot loss
And John that Austin won't soften
You're lost and see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like
Stalkin' lofts men to New and in between
So caution, leave the flossin' for dental hygeine
plus my gene equals nasty young bastard
The raps be lung mastered takin' vinyl's

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

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

I death to the evil and power to the people
My ain't Steve Miller but I fly like an eagle
Don't me for a chump, I get around like Gump
And I got more con in my verse Chuck
And you don't want no motherfuckin' here
'Cuz I can round up a posse Paul Revere
Your crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out
Burned up a cookout, so fools better look out

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

It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin' over pissin' in your monitor
Socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest
You to wake up and apologize
Niggaz penetentiary yearn me I burn like Parker
But anyway, of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu Blockers
The lyrical stalker stalkin' at night in a pair of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylors, my grip tight
Dub-C, that from Westside mad circle

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