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 beginning to end
Once again, we're gonna let the begin

So tell me Pepa, are you ready to it out?
You it Salt, I'm ready to work it out
Spinderella, are you ready to work it
Salt-N-Pepa is ready 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, Can we get some?

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

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

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

In club, arena, and stadium
the jam we're known as the party stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is like Gras
I couldn't do it though without the help
The melody that we the rhythm

Yo, Pepa, are you ready to it out, huh?
Yeah, I been ready to it out
So let the rhythm run, let the run
Aw, c'mon Pep, go ahead and one

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

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

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

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

Since is art and I'm a dope artist
If lyrics you're 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 ever take none
A try to dis, and she just have to break one
Assume the position, the dance session
Loosen up, listen, it's not a lesson

belts fastened, let's have some fun
Brace yourself, hold on, the rhythm's gonna run

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