Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run (remix)

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

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

They call me Salt, I'm like a billion
The rhymes I toss, they're electric than a lightning bug
On the I swore there's no either-or
MCs, we're gonna a mouth-to-mouth war

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

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

In club, arena, and stadium
Inside the jam we're known as the stars
Gimme a mic, and the is like Mardi Gras
I couldn't do it though the help from
The that we call the rhythm

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

If the Pep you want, just what you'll get
As the rhythm runs, in full effect
I see a crowd, I help 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, they her a joke
The speaker smoked I spoke

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 better
We'll let the rhythm run than ever
A bassline is for some soul
Now the guitar will make ya 'n' roll

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

Since rappin' is art and I'm a dope
If mean 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 kinda short, but she don't ever take
A try to dis, and she just have to break one
Assume the position, commence the dance
Loosen up, listen, it's not a dance

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

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