Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run

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

So tell me Pepa, are you ready to it out?
You know it Salt, I'm to work it out
Spinderella, are you ready to work it
Salt-N-Pepa is ready to work 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 billion
The rhymes I toss, more electric than a lightning bug
On the strength I there's no either-or
MCs, gonna have a mouth-to-mouth war

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

Spin drops a beat to my opponent
Hurb pumps the bass upon the system
We kick a rhyme and claim another
People 'round the world, I to play to 'em

In every club, arena, and
Inside the jam we're known as the party
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 work it out,
Yeah, I been ready to it out
So let the run, let the rhythm run
Aw, c'mon Pep, go and bust one

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

A dope rhmye I'm a lyrical queen
The Pepa MC's microphones sing
Notes to provoke, they her a joke
The speaker smoked I spoke

Boy, you kill 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
let the rhythm run harder than ever
A bassline is for some soul
Now the guitar will make ya rock 'n'

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

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

Salt's 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
up, listen, it's not a dance lesson

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

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