Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run

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

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

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

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

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

Spin drops a 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 club, arena, and stadium
the jam we're known as the party stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is like Gras
I couldn't do it though without the help
The melody that we the rhythm

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

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

A dope rhmye I'm a lyrical queen
The Pepa MC's makin' microphones
to provoke, they called her a joke
The smoked when I spoke

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

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

My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere it
You gotta one, I'm sorry but I doubt it
My partner's name is Pep, not a half-stepper
You think you're kinda def, but I think that she's

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

Salt's kinda short, but she don't ever take
A sucker try to dis, and she just have to one
Assume the position, the dance session
Loosen up, listen, it's not a lesson

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

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