Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run

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

So tell me Pepa, are you ready to 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 run, the drums run
So let the rhythm run, the run
Yo, Salt, Can we get some?

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

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

drops a beat to warn my opponent
Hurb pumps the upon the sound system
We a rhyme and claim another victim
People 'round the world, I like to to 'em

In club, arena, and stadium
Inside the jam we're known as the stars
a mic, and the house is like Mardi Gras
I couldn't do it though without the help
The melody we call the rhythm

Yo, Pepa, are you ready to work it out,
Yeah, I ready 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 what you'll get
As the rhythm runs, in full effect
I see a crowd, I can't but get hyped
You gotta be, throw it on and

A dope rhmye I'm a lyrical queen
The Pepa MC's makin' sing
Notes to provoke, they 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 over yet? Never, it gets
let the rhythm run harder than ever
A bassline is added for soul
Now the guitar will make ya 'n' roll

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

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

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

Seat 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 are done