Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run (remix)

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

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

So let the run, the rhythm 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 bulbs
The I toss, they're more electric than a lightning bug
On the strength I there's no either-or
MCs, we're gonna a mouth-to-mouth war

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

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

In club, arena, and stadium
Inside the jam we're as the party 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 work it out,
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 what you'll get
As the rhythm runs, sweat's in effect
I see a crowd, I can't help but get
You gotta be, it on and recite

A dope 'cuz I'm a lyrical queen
The Pepa MC's makin' microphones
to provoke, they called 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
around and I'll bet you don't get none

Is it yet? Never, it gets better
We'll let the rhythm run harder ever
A bassline is added for some
Now the guitar will make ya 'n' roll

My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere it
You gotta better one, I'm sorry but I it
My name is Pep, she's not a half-stepper
You think kinda def, but I think that she's deffer

rappin' is art and I'm a dope artist
If lyrics mean 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 seller

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

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

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