Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run

Salt-N-Pepa's on the mic makin' sure you
The type of hype unbelievable to write
gonna spin from beginning to end
Once again, we're gonna let the begin

So tell me Pepa, are you ready to work it
You know it Salt, I'm to work it out
Spinderella, are you to work it out?
'Cuz Salt-N-Pepa is ready to it out

So let the rhythm run, the run
Now let the run, the drums run
So let the rhythm run, the run
Yo, Salt, Can we get some?

They call me Salt, I'm like a bulbs
The rhymes I toss, they're electric than a lightning bug
On the strength I swore no either-or
MCs, we're gonna have a war

Some got soul on the mic, right?
But others be playin' it like all that
And you know what'll happen if I don't like style of rappin'
on stage as soon as I'm on it

Spin a beat to warn my opponent
Hurb the bass upon the sound system
We kick a rhyme and another victim
People 'round the world, I to play to 'em

In every club, arena, and
Inside the jam we're known as the stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is like Gras
I couldn't do it without the help from
The melody that we the rhythm

Yo, Pepa, are you ready to work it out,
Yeah, I been ready to it out
So let the run, let the rhythm run
Aw, c'mon Pep, go ahead and one

If the Pep you want, that's what you'll get
As the rhythm runs, sweat's in full
I see a crowd, I help but get hyped
You gotta be, it on and recite

A dope rhmye 'cuz I'm a lyrical
The Pepa MC's makin' sing
Notes to provoke, called her a joke
The speaker smoked when I

Boy, you better kill that
Let the run, just let it run
Let the run, now let 'em run
around and I'll bet you don't get none

Is it over yet? Never, it better
let the rhythm run harder than ever
A bassline is added for some
Now the guitar will ya rock 'n' roll

My mic is a gun, I go nowhere without it
You gotta better one, I'm but I doubt it
My partner's name is Pep, she's not a
You think kinda def, but I think that she's deffer

Since is art and I'm a dope artist
If lyrics you're smart, then I must be the smartest
My DJ to spin, we call her Spinderella
If cuttin' 'em was a book, she'd be a seller

kinda short, but she don't ever take none
A try to dis, and she just have to break one
the position, commence the dance session
Loosen up, listen, not a dance lesson

belts fastened, let's have some fun
Brace yourself, hold on, 'cuz the rhythm's run

Let the rhythm run, nah, the rhythm's
Let the drums run, no, the are done