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
Spinderella's gonna from beginning to end
Once again, gonna let the party begin

So me Pepa, are you ready to work it out?
You know it Salt, I'm ready to 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 drums run, the run
So let the rhythm run, the run
Yo, Salt, whassup? Can we get

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

rappers got soul 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'
on stage as soon as I'm on it

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

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

Yo, Pepa, are you to work it out, huh?
Yeah, I ready to work it out
So let the rhythm run, let the run
Aw, Pep, go ahead and bust 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 can't but get hyped
You gotta be, throw it on and

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

Boy, you better that noise
Let the rhythm run, 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
We'll let the run harder than ever
A bassline is added for some
Now the guitar will make ya rock 'n'

My mic is like a gun, I go without it
You better 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 that she's deffer

Since rappin' is art and I'm a artist
If lyrics 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

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

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

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