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

So tell me Pepa, are you to work it out?
You know it Salt, I'm ready to it out
Spinderella, are you to work it out?
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, whassup? Can we get

They call me Salt, I'm like a billion
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

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

Spin drops a beat to warn my
Hurb the bass upon the sound system
We a rhyme and claim another victim
People 'round the world, I like to 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 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, c'mon Pep, go and bust one

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

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

Boy, you kill that noise
Let the rhythm run, let it run
Let the run, now let 'em run
Mess around and I'll bet you don't get

Is it over yet? Never, it gets
We'll let the rhythm run harder than
A bassline is added for some
Now the guitar will ya rock 'n' roll

My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere it
You gotta one, I'm sorry but I doubt it
My partner's name is Pep, 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 be the smartest
My DJ to spin, we call her Spinderella
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 have to break one
Assume the position, commence the dance
up, listen, it's not a dance lesson

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

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