Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run

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

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

So let the run, the rhythm run
Now let the run, the drums 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 a lightning bug
On the strength I there's no either-or
MCs, we're have a mouth-to-mouth war

Some rappers got on the mic, right?
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 stage as as I'm on it

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

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

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

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

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

Boy, you better that noise
Let the run, just let it run
Let the run, now let 'em run
Mess around and I'll bet you get none

Is it over yet? Never, it better
We'll let the rhythm run harder ever
A bassline is for some soul
Now the will make ya rock 'n' roll

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 you're kinda def, but I think that she's deffer

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

Salt's kinda short, but she ever take none
A sucker try to dis, and she just have to one
the position, commence 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 run, nah, the rhythm's done
Let the run, no, the drums are done