Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run (remix)

Salt-N-Pepa's on the mic makin' you like
The type of hype that's to write
gonna spin from beginning to end
Once again, we're let the party 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
'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 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 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 playin' it like all that
And you know happen if I don't like your style of rappin'
Step on as soon as I'm on it

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

In club, arena, and stadium
Inside the jam we're as the party stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is Mardi Gras
I couldn't do it without the help from
The that we call the rhythm

Yo, Pepa, are you ready to it out, huh?
Yeah, I been ready to it out
So let the run, let the rhythm run
Aw, c'mon Pep, go and bust 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, they called her a
The speaker smoked when I

Boy, you better that noise
Let the run, just let it run
Let the run, now let 'em run
Mess 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 will make 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 is Pep, she's not a half-stepper
You think kinda def, but I think that she's deffer

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

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

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

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