Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run (remix)

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

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

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

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

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

In club, arena, and stadium
Inside the jam we're known as the party
Gimme a mic, and the house is Mardi Gras
I do it though without the help from
The melody we call the rhythm

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

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

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

Boy, you better kill noise
Let the run, just let it run
Let the run, now let 'em run
Mess around and I'll bet you get none

Is it over Never, it gets better
We'll let the rhythm run harder ever
A bassline is added for soul
Now the guitar 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 you're kinda def, but I think that she's deffer

Since rappin' is art and I'm a dope
If mean 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

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

Seat fastened, let's have 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 drums are