Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run (remix)

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

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

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

They call me Salt, I'm like a bulbs
The rhymes I toss, more electric than a lightning bug
On the I swore there's no either-or
MCs, we're gonna have a war

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

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

In club, arena, and stadium
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 the rhythm

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, Pep, go ahead and bust 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 help but get hyped
You gotta be, throw it on and

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

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

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

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

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

Seat belts fastened, let's have fun
yourself, hold on, 'cuz the rhythm's gonna run

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