Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run

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

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

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

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 there's no
MCs, we're gonna a mouth-to-mouth war

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

Spin drops a to warn my opponent
pumps the bass upon the sound system
We kick a and claim another victim
'round 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 like Mardi
I couldn't do it without the help from
The melody we call the rhythm

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 and bust one

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

A rhmye 'cuz I'm a lyrical queen
The Pepa MC's makin' sing
Notes to provoke, called her a joke
The speaker smoked I spoke

Boy, you better kill that
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 yet? Never, it gets better
We'll let the rhythm run harder than
A bassline is added for some
Now the guitar will ya rock '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, not a half-stepper
You you're kinda def, but I think that 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, be a million seller

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

belts 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 drums run, no, the are done