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 to write
Spinderella's gonna spin from to end
Once again, we're gonna let the party

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

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

They me Salt, I'm like a billion bulbs
The rhymes I toss, more electric than a lightning bug
On the I swore 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 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 to warn my opponent
pumps the bass upon the sound system
We kick a and claim another victim
'round the world, I like to play to 'em

In every club, arena, and
Inside the jam known as the party stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is like Mardi
I couldn't do it though without the help
The that we call the rhythm

Yo, Pepa, are you to work it out, huh?
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, that's just you'll get
As the runs, sweat's in full effect
I see a crowd, I can't help but get
You gotta be, it on and recite

A dope rhmye 'cuz I'm a lyrical
The Pepa MC's makin' sing
Notes to provoke, they her a joke
The smoked when 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 don't get

Is it yet? Never, it gets better
We'll let the rhythm run than ever
A is added for some soul
Now the guitar will make ya rock 'n'

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

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

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

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

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