Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run

Salt-N-Pepa's on the mic makin' sure you
The type of hype unbelievable to write
Spinderella's gonna from beginning to end
again, we're gonna let the party 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
'Cuz Salt-N-Pepa is to work 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, Can we get some?

call 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 they're all that
And you what'll happen if I don't like your style of rappin'
Step on as soon as I'm on it

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

In every club, arena, and
Inside the jam we're known as the party
Gimme a mic, and the is like Mardi Gras
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 ready to work 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 rhythm runs, sweat's in effect
I see a crowd, I can't but get hyped
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 when I spoke

Boy, you kill that noise
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
We'll let the rhythm run harder ever
A bassline is for some soul
Now the guitar will ya rock 'n' roll

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

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

kinda short, but she don't ever take none
A sucker try to dis, and she have to break one
Assume the position, commence the session
up, listen, it's not a dance 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 drums run, no, the are done