Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run

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

So tell me Pepa, are you ready to work it
You it Salt, I'm ready to work 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, Can we get some?

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

rappers got soul 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 beat to warn my
Hurb pumps the bass the sound system
We kick a rhyme and claim another
People 'round the world, I 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 Gras
I couldn't do it though the help from
The that we call the rhythm

Yo, Pepa, are you to work it out, huh?
Yeah, I been to work it out
So let the run, let the rhythm run
Aw, Pep, go ahead 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 help but get hyped
You gotta be, throw it on and

A dope 'cuz I'm a lyrical queen
The Pepa MC's microphones sing
Notes to provoke, called her a joke
The speaker smoked when I

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 get none

Is it over yet? Never, it gets
let the rhythm run harder than ever
A bassline is added for some
Now the will make ya rock 'n' roll

My mic is like a gun, I go without it
You gotta better one, I'm sorry but I it
My partner's name is Pep, not a half-stepper
You think you're 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 likes to spin, we her Spinderella
If cuttin' 'em was a book, be a million seller

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

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

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