Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run (remix)

Salt-N-Pepa's on the mic makin' you like
The type of hype unbelievable to write
Spinderella's gonna 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 ready to it out
Spinderella, are you to work it out?
'Cuz Salt-N-Pepa is ready to 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?

They call me Salt, I'm a billion bulbs
The I toss, they're more electric than a lightning bug
On the strength I 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 like 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

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

In every club, arena, and
Inside the jam we're as the party stars
Gimme a mic, and the is like Mardi Gras
I couldn't do it though without the help
The melody we call the rhythm

Yo, Pepa, are you ready to it out, huh?
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, that's what you'll get
As the rhythm runs, sweat's in full
I see a crowd, I help but get hyped
You gotta be, throw it on and

A dope rhmye 'cuz I'm a queen
The Pepa makin' microphones sing
to provoke, they called her a joke
The speaker when I spoke

Boy, you better kill 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 over yet? Never, it gets
We'll let the run harder than ever
A bassline is for some soul
Now the will make ya rock 'n' roll

My mic is a gun, I go nowhere without it
You gotta one, I'm sorry but I doubt it
My partner's 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 artist
If lyrics mean you're smart, then I must be the
My DJ likes to spin, we her Spinderella
If cuttin' 'em was a book, be a million seller

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

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

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