Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run

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

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

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

They me Salt, I'm like a billion bulbs
The rhymes I toss, more electric than a lightning bug
On the I swore there's no either-or
MCs, gonna have 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 style of rappin'
Step on as soon as I'm on it

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

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

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

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

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

Boy, you kill that noise
Let the run, just 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 make ya rock 'n' roll

My mic is a gun, I go nowhere without it
You gotta better one, I'm sorry but I it
My name is Pep, she's not a half-stepper
You think you're kinda def, but I that she's deffer

Since is art and I'm a dope artist
If lyrics mean you're smart, then I must be the
My DJ likes to spin, we call her
If cuttin' 'em was a book, she'd be a seller

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

Seat belts fastened, let's have fun
yourself, hold on, 'cuz the rhythm's gonna run

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