Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run (remix)

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

So tell me Pepa, are you ready to work it
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 rhythm run, the run
Now let the drums run, the run
So let the rhythm run, the run
Yo, Salt, Can we get some?

call me Salt, I'm like a billion bulbs
The rhymes I toss, they're more electric a lightning bug
On the strength I swore there's no
MCs, gonna have a mouth-to-mouth war

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

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

In every club, arena, and
the jam we're known as the party stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is like Mardi
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, Pep, go ahead 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 help but get hyped
You gotta be, throw it on and

A dope rhmye 'cuz I'm a lyrical
The MC's makin' microphones sing
to provoke, they called her a joke
The smoked when I spoke

Boy, you better that noise
Let the rhythm run, 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
let the rhythm run harder than ever
A bassline is added for soul
Now the guitar will make ya 'n' roll

My mic is a gun, I go nowhere without it
You better one, I'm sorry but I doubt it
My partner's is Pep, she's 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, then I must be the
My DJ likes to spin, we her Spinderella
If cuttin' 'em was a book, be a million seller

Salt's kinda short, but she don't ever take
A sucker try to dis, and she just to break one
the position, commence the dance session
Loosen up, listen, it's not a lesson

Seat belts fastened, let's have 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