Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run (remix)

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

So me Pepa, are you ready to work it out?
You know it Salt, I'm to work it out
Spinderella, are you ready to it out?
'Cuz Salt-N-Pepa is ready to 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 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 gonna a mouth-to-mouth war

Some rappers got soul on the mic,
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

drops a beat to warn my opponent
Hurb pumps the 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 stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is like Mardi
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 rhythm run, let the run
Aw, Pep, go ahead and bust one

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

A dope rhmye I'm a lyrical queen
The MC's makin' microphones sing
Notes to provoke, called her a joke
The speaker when I spoke

Boy, you better kill that
Let the run, just let it run
Let the run, now let 'em run
around and I'll bet you don't get none

Is it over yet? Never, it gets
We'll let the rhythm run harder than
A bassline is for some soul
Now the guitar will ya rock '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, not a half-stepper
You think you're kinda def, but I think she's deffer

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

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

Seat fastened, let's have some fun
Brace yourself, hold on, 'cuz the rhythm's run

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