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 unbelievable to
Spinderella's gonna from beginning to end
again, we're gonna let the party begin

So tell me Pepa, are you to work it out?
You know it Salt, I'm ready to it out
Spinderella, are you to work 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, Can we get some?

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

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

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

In every club, arena, and
Inside the jam we're known as the party
Gimme a mic, and the house is like Mardi
I couldn't do it though without the from
The melody 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, c'mon Pep, go ahead and one

If the Pep you want, just what you'll get
As the rhythm runs, sweat's in full
I see a crowd, I help but get hyped
You gotta be, it on and recite

A dope rhmye 'cuz I'm a lyrical
The Pepa makin' microphones sing
Notes to provoke, they called her a
The speaker smoked when I

Boy, you kill that noise
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 yet? Never, it gets better
We'll let the run harder than ever
A bassline is for some soul
Now the guitar will make ya rock 'n'

My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere it
You gotta better one, I'm sorry but I it
My partner's name is Pep, 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 lyrics you're smart, then I must be the smartest
My DJ likes to spin, we her Spinderella
If cuttin' 'em was a book, be a million seller

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

Seat belts fastened, let's some fun
Brace yourself, on, 'cuz the rhythm's gonna run

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