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 spin from beginning to end
again, we're gonna let the party begin

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

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

They me Salt, I'm like a billion bulbs
The rhymes I toss, more electric than a lightning bug
On the strength I swore there's no
MCs, gonna have a mouth-to-mouth war

rappers 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 like your of rappin'
on stage as soon as I'm on it

Spin drops a to warn my opponent
Hurb pumps the bass upon the sound
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 Mardi
I couldn't do it though without the help
The melody that we call the

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, c'mon Pep, go and bust one

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

A dope rhmye 'cuz I'm a queen
The Pepa MC's makin' microphones
to provoke, they called her a joke
The speaker 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 bet you don't get none

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

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

Since rappin' is art and I'm a artist
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, she'd be a million

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

Seat belts fastened, let's 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