Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run

Salt-N-Pepa's on the mic makin' you like
The type of hype that's to write
Spinderella's gonna spin from to end
Once again, gonna let the party begin

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

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

They me Salt, I'm like a billion bulbs
The rhymes I toss, they're more electric than a bug
On the strength I there's no either-or
MCs, we're gonna a mouth-to-mouth war

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

Spin drops a beat to warn my
Hurb pumps the bass the sound system
We kick a and claim another victim
People the world, I like to play to 'em

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

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

If the Pep you want, just what you'll get
As the rhythm runs, sweat's in full
I see a crowd, I can't help but get
You gotta be, it on and recite

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

Boy, you better that noise
Let the rhythm run, let it run
Let the run, now let 'em run
Mess around and I'll bet you don't get

Is it over yet? Never, it better
We'll let the 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 one, I'm sorry but I doubt it
My partner's is Pep, she's not a half-stepper
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, I must be the smartest
My DJ to spin, we call her Spinderella
If cuttin' 'em was a book, she'd be a seller

Salt's kinda short, but she ever take none
A sucker try to dis, and she have to break one
Assume the position, commence the session
Loosen up, listen, it's not a dance

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

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