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 gonna let the begin

So me Pepa, are you ready to work it out?
You know it Salt, I'm to work it out
Spinderella, are you ready to it out?
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 run, the rhythm run
Yo, Salt, whassup? Can we get

They call me Salt, I'm like a billion
The rhymes I toss, they're more electric than a bug
On the strength I swore there's no
MCs, we're gonna have a war

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

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

In every club, arena, and
Inside the jam we're known as the stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is Mardi Gras
I couldn't do it though the help from
The melody that we call the

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

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

A rhmye 'cuz I'm a lyrical queen
The Pepa MC's makin' sing
to provoke, they called her a joke
The speaker smoked when I

Boy, you better that noise
Let the rhythm run, 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 gets
We'll let the rhythm run harder than
A is added for some soul
Now the will make ya rock 'n' roll

My mic is like a gun, I go without it
You gotta better one, I'm but I doubt it
My name is Pep, she's not a half-stepper
You think you're kinda def, but I think that 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 her Spinderella
If cuttin' 'em was a book, she'd be a million

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

Seat belts fastened, let's some fun
Brace yourself, hold on, the rhythm's gonna run

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