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 spin from to end
again, we're gonna let the party begin

So tell me Pepa, are you ready to work it
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, Can we get some?

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

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

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

In every club, arena, and
the jam we're known as the party stars
Gimme a mic, and the is like Mardi Gras
I do it though without 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 run, let the rhythm run
Aw, Pep, go ahead and bust one

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

A dope 'cuz I'm a lyrical queen
The Pepa MC's makin' sing
Notes to provoke, called her a joke
The speaker smoked I spoke

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 over yet? Never, it gets
We'll let the run harder than ever
A is added for some soul
Now the guitar will make ya 'n' roll

My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere it
You better one, I'm sorry but I doubt it
My partner's name is Pep, she's not a
You you're kinda def, but I think that she's deffer

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

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

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

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